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Paradise Lost


                                  Our foil in Heaven; here thou shalt monarch reign,
                                  There didst not; there let him still victor sway,
                                  As battle hath adjudged; from this new world
                                  Retiring, by his own doom alienated;
                                  And henceforth monarchy with thee divide
                                  Of all things, parted by the empyreal bounds,
                                  His quadrature, from thy orbicular world;
                                  Or try thee now more dangerous to his throne.
                                  Whom thus the Prince of darkness answered glad.
                                  Fair Daughter, and thou Son and Grandchild both;
                                  High proof ye now have given to be the race
                                  Of Satan (for I glory in the name,
                                  Antagonist of Heaven’s Almighty King,)
                                  Amply have merited of me, of all
                                  The infernal empire, that so near Heaven’s door
                                  Triumphal with triumphal act have met,
                                  Mine, with this glorious work; and made one realm,
                                  Hell and this world, one realm, one continent
                                  Of easy thorough-fare. Therefore, while I
                                  Descend through darkness, on your road with ease,
                                  To my associate Powers, them to acquaint
                                  With these successes, and with them rejoice;
                                  You two this way, among these numerous orbs,
                                  All yours, right down to Paradise descend;
                                  There dwell, and reign in bliss; thence on the earth
                                  Dominion exercise and in the air,
                                  Chiefly on Man, sole lord of all declared;
                                  Him first make sure your thrall, and lastly kill.
                                  My substitutes I send ye, and create


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