At random yielded up to their misrule;
And know not that I call'd and drew them thither My hell-hounds, to lick up the draff and filth 630 Which man's polluting sin with taint hath shed On what was pure, till cramm'd and gorg'd, nigh With suck'd and glutted offal, at one sling [burst Of thy victorious arm, well-pleasing Son! Both Sin and Death, and yawning Grave at last, Through Chaos hurl'd, obstruct the mouth of Hell For ever, and seal up his ravenous jaws. Then Heav'n and Earth renew'd shall be made pure To sanctity that shall receive no stain:
Till then the curse pronounc'd on both precedes.
He ended, and the heav'nly audience loud 641 Sung halleluiah, as the sound of seas,
Through multitude that sung: Just are thy ways, Righteous are thy decrees on all thy works; Who can extenuate thee? Next, to the Son, Destin'd Restorer of mankind, by whom, New Heav'n and Earth shall to the ages rise, Or down from Heav'n descend. Such was their song While the Creator calling forth by name His mighty Angels, gave them several charge 650 As sorted best with present things. The sun Had first his precept so to move, so shine, As might affect the earth with cold and heat Scarce tolerable, and from the north to call Decrepit winter, from the south to bring Solstitial summer's heat. To the blanc moon Her office they prescrib'd, to th' other five
Their planetary motions and aspects In sextile, square, and trine, and opposite Of noxious efficacy, and when to join In synod unbenign; and taught the fix'd Their influence malignant when to shower, Which of them rising with the sun, or falling, Should prove tempestuous; to the winds they set Their corners, when with bluster to confound Sea, air, and shore, the thunder when to roll With terror through the dark aëreal hall. Some say he bid his Angels turn askance The poles of earth twice ten degrees and more From the sun's axle, they with labor push'd 670 Oblique the centric globe; some say the sun Was bid turn reins from th' equinoctial road Like distant breadth to Taurus with the seven Atlantic Sisters, and the Spartan Twins Up to the Tropic Crab; thence down amain By Leo and the Virgin and the Scales, As deep as Capricorn, to bring in change Of seasons to each clime; else had the spring Perpetual smil'd on earth with vernant flowers, Equal in days and nights, except to those Beyond the polar circles; to them day Had unbenighted shone, while the low sun To recompense his distance, in their sight Had rounded still th' horizon, and not known Or east or west, which had forbid the snow From cold Estotiland, and south as far Beneath Magellan. At that tasted fruit
The sun, as from Thyéstean banquet turn'd His course intended; else how had the world Inhabited, though sinless, more than now,
Avoided pinching cold and scorching heat? These changes in the Heav'ns, though slow, pro Like change on sea and land, sideral blast, [duc'd Vapor, and mist, and exhalation hot, Corrupt and pestilent: now from the north Of Norumbega, and the Samoed shore, Bursting their brazen dungeon, arm'd with ice And snow and hail and stormy gust and flaw, Boreas and Cacias and Argestes loud
And Thrascias rend the woods and seas upturn; With adverse blast upturns them from the south Notus and Afer black with thund'rous clouds From Serraliona; thwart of these as fierce Forth rush the Levant and the Ponent winds Eurus and Zephyr with their lateral noise, Sirrocco, and Libecchio. Thus began Outrage from lifeless things; but Discord, first Daughter of Sin, among the irrational, Death introduc'd through fierce antipathy:
Beast now with beast 'gan war, and fowl with fowl, And fish with fish; to graze the herb all leaving, Devour'd each other; nor stood much in awe Of man, but fled him, or with count'nance grim Glar'd on him passing. These were from without The growing miseries which Adam saw
Already' in part, though hid in gloomliest shade To sorrow' abandon'd, but worse felt within,
And in a troubled sea of passion tost, Thus to disburden sought with sad complaint: O miserable of happy! is this the end Of this new glorious world, and me so late The glory of that glory, who now become Accurs'd of blessed, hide me from the face Of God, whom to behold was then my heighth Of happiness! yet well, if here would end The misery; I deserv'd it, and would bear My own deservings; but this will not serve; All that I eat or drink, or shall beget, Is propagated curse. O voice once heard Delightfully, Increase and multiply,
Now death to hear! for what can I increase
Or multiply, but curses on my head? Who of all ages to succeed, but feeling The evil on him brought by me, will curse My head? Ill fare our ancestor impure, For this we may thank Adam; but his thanks Shall be the execration; so besides Mine own that bide upon me, all from me Shall with a fierce reflux on me redound, On me as on their natural centre light Heavy, though in their place. O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes! Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man, did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me, or here place In this delicious garden? As my will Concurr'd not to my be'ing, it were but right
And equal to reduce me to my dust, Desirous to resign and render back All I receiv'd, unable to perform
Thy terms too hard, by which I was to hold The good I sought not. To the loss of that, Sufficient penalty, why hast thou added The sense of endless woes? Inexplicable Thy justice seems; yet to say truth, too late I thus contest; then should have been refus'd Those terms whatever, when they were propos'd: Thou didst accept them; wilt thou enjoy the good, Then cavil the conditions? and though God Made thee without thy leave, what if thy son 760 Prove disobedient, and reprov'd, retort,
Wherefore didst thou beget me? I sought it not: Wouldst thou admit for his contempt of thee That proud excuse? yet him not thy election, But natural necessity begot.
God made thee' of choice his own, and of his own To serve him; thy reward was of his grace, Thy punishment then justly' is at his will. Be' it so, for I submit; his doom is fair, That dust I am, and shall to dust return: O welcome hour whenever! why delays His hand to execute what his decree Fix'd on this day? why do I overlive,
Why am I mock'd with death, and lengthen'd out To deathless pain? how gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth
Insensible, how glad would lay me down
MILTON. VOR. II.
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