One next himself in power, and next in crime, And thence in Heaven call'd Satan, with bold words If thou beest he; but (), how fallen! how chang'd From him, who, in the happy realms of light, Cloth'd with transcendent brightness, didst outshine Myriads though bright! If he whom mutual league, United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprize, Join'd with me once, now misery hath join'd In equal ruin! Into what pit thou seest, From what highth fallen; so much the stronger prov'd Nor what the potent Victor in his rage Can else inflict, do I repent or change, Though chang'd in outward lustre, that fix'd mind, That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring, In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven, And shook his throne. What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, |