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    Sing surprize. Or could we break our way

    By force, and at our heels all Hell should rise [ 135 ]

    With blackest Insurre, to ark>..</mark>nfound

    Heavns purest Light, yet reat Enemy

    All incorruptible would on his Throne

    Sit unpolluted, and th Ethereal mould

    Incapable of stain would soon expel [ 140 ]

    Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire

    Victorious. Thus repulsd, our final hope

    Is flat despair; we must exasperate

    Th Almighty Victor to spend all his rage,

    And that must end us, that must be our cure, [ 145 ]

    To be <cite></cite>no more; sad cure; for who would loose,

    Though full of pain, this intellectual being,

    Those thoughts that wahrough Et<mark>?</mark>ernity,

    To perish rather, swallowd up and lost

    In the wide womb of ued night, [ 150 ]

    Devoid of sense and motion? and who knows,

    Let this be good, whether ry Foe

    give it, or will ever? how he

    Is doubtful; that he never will is sure.

    Will he, so wise, let loose at once his ire, [ 155 ]

    Belike through impotence, or unaware,

    To give his Ehir wish, a end

    Them in his anger, whom his anger saves

    To punish endless? wherefore cease we then?

    Say they who sel Warr, we are decreed, [ 160 ]

    Reservd aind to Eternal woe;

    Whatever doing, what  we suffer more,

    What  we suffer worse? is this then worst,

    Thus sitting, thus sulting, thus in Arms?

    What when we fled amain, pursud and strook [ 165 ]

    With Heavns afflig Thunder, and besought

    The Deep to shelter us? this Hell then seemd

    A refuge from those wounds: or when we lay

    d on the burning Lake? that sure was worse.

    What if the breath that kindld those grim fires [ 170 ]

    Awakd should blow them into sevenfe

    And plunge us in the flames? or from above

    Should ited vengeance arm again

    His red right hand to plague us? what if all

    Her stores were opend, and this Firmament [ 175 ]

    Of Hell should spout her Cataracts of Fire,

    Impe horrors, threatning hideous fall

    One day upon our heads; while we perhaps

    Designing or exh glorious warr,

    Caught in a fierie Tempest shall be hurld [ 180 ]

    Ea his rock transfixt, the sport and prey

    Of rag whirlwinds, or for ever sunk

    Under yon boyling O, t in s;

    There to verse with everlasting groans,

    Ued, unpitied, unrepreevd, [ 185 ]

    Ages of hopeless end; this would be worse.

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