Pass'd thro' him, but th' ethereal substance clos'd, Not long divisible, and from the gash A stream of nectarous humor issuing flow'd Sanguine, such as celestial spirits may bleed, And all his armour stain'd ere while so bright. Forthwith on all sides to his aid was run By angels many and strong, who interpos'd Defence, while others bore him on their shields Back to his chariot; where it stood retir'd From off the files of war: there they him laid Gnashing for anguish, and despite, and shame, 340
To find himself not matchless, and his pride
Humbled by such rebuke, so far beneath
His confidence to equal God in power.
Yet soon he heal'd; for spirits that live throughout
Vital in every part, not as frail man
In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins,
Cannot but by annihilating die;
Nor in their liquid texture mortal wound Receive, no more than can the fluid air: All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear, All intellect, all sense, and as they please They limb themselves, and colour, shape, or size Assume, as likes them best, condense or rare.
Meanwhile in other parts like deeds deserv'd Memorial, where the might of Gabriel fought, 355 And with fierce ensigns pierc'd the deep array Of Moloc furious king, who him defy'd, And at his chariot wheels to drag him bound Threaten'd, nor from the Holy One of heav'n
Refrain'd his tongue blasphemous; but anon, 360 Down cloven to the waist, with shatter'd arms And uncouth pain fled bellowing. On each wing Uriel and Raphael his vaunting foe, Though huge, and in a rock of diamond arm'd, Vanquish'd, Adramelec and Asmadai, Two potent thrones, that to be less than gods Disdain'd, but meaner thoughts learn'd in their
Mangled with ghastly wounds thro' plate and mail, Nor stood unmindful Abdiel to annoy The atheist crew, but with redoubled blow
Ariel, and Arioc, and the violence
Of Ramiel scorch'd and blasted, overthrew. I might relate of thousands, and their names
Eternize here on earth; but those elect
Angels, contented with their fame in heaven, 375 Seek not the praise of men: the other sort, In might though wondrous and in acts of war, Nor of renown less eager, yet by doom
Cancel'd from heaven and sacred memory,
Nameless in dark oblivion let them dwell. For strength from truth divided and from just, Illaudable, naught merits but dispraise
And ignominy; yet to glory aspires
Vainglorious, and through infamy seeks fame: Therefore eternal silence be their doom.
And now, their mightiest quell'd, the battel
With many an inroad gor'd; deformed rout Enter'd and foul disorder: all the ground With shiver'd armour strown, and on a heap Chariot and charioteer lay overturn'd, And fiery foaming steeds; what stood, recoil'd O'erwearied, through the faint Satanic host Defensive scarce, or with pale fear surpriz'd, Then first with fear surpriz'd and sense of pain Fled ignominious, to such evil brought By sin of disobedience, till that hour Not liable to fear, or flight, or pain. Far otherwise th' inviolable saints In cubic phalanx firm advanc'd entire, Invulnerable, impenetrably arm'd:
Such high advantages their innocence Gave them above their foes, not to have sinn'd, Not to have disobey'd; in fight they stood Unwearied, unobnoxious to be pain'd
By wound, tho' from their place by violence mov'd. Now night her course began, and, over heaven
Inducing darkness, grateful truce impos'd,
And silence on the odious din of war: Under her cloudy covert both retir'd, Victor and vanquish'd. On the foughten field 410 Michael and his angels prevalent Encamping plac'd in guard their watches round, Cherubic waving fires: on th' other part Satan with his rebellious disappear'd, Far in the dark dislodg'd, and void of rest His potentates to council call'd by night; And in the midst thus undismay'd began. O now in danger try'd, now known in arms Not to be overpower'd, companions dear, Found worthy not of liberty alone, Too mean pretence, but what we more affect, Honour, dominion, glory, and renown; Who have sustain'd one day in doubtful fight, And if one day why not eternal days? What heaven's Lord had powerfullest to send 425 Against us from about his throne, and judg'd Sufficient to subdue us to his will, But proves not so: then fallible, it seems, Of future we may deem him, though till now Omniscient thought. True is, less firmly arm'd, 430 Some disadvantage we endur'd and pain,
Till now not known, but known, as soon contemn'd;
Since now we find this our empyreal form Incapable of mortal injury, Imperishable, and though pierc'd with wound Soon closing, and by native vigour heal'd. Of evil then so small as easy think The remedy; perhaps more valid arms, Weapons more violent, when next we meet, May serve to better us, and worse our foes: Or equal what between us made the odds, In nature none: if other hidden cause Left them superior, while we can preserve Unhurt our minds and understanding sound, Due search and consultation will disclose.
He sat; and in th' assembly next upstood Nisroc, of principalities the prime; As one he stood escap'd from cruel fight, Sore toil'd, his riven arms to havock hewn; And cloudy in aspect thus answering spake. Deliverer from new lords, leader to free Enjoyment of our right as gods; yet hard For gods, and too unequal work we find Against unequal arms to fight in pain, Against unpain'd, impassive; from which evil 455 Ruin must needs ensue, for what avails
Valour or strength, though matchless, quell'd with
Which all subdues, and makes remiss the hands Of mightiest? sense of pleasure we may well Spare out of life perhaps, and not repine, But live content, which is the calmest life:
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