Paradise Lost

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  Doubted his empire—that were low indeed;
  
  That were an ignominy and shame beneath
  
  This downfall; since, by fate, the strength of Gods,
  
  And this empyreal substance, cannot fail;
  
  Since, through experience of this great event,
  
  In arms not worse, in foresight much advanced,
  
  We may with more successful hope resolve
  
  To wage by force or guile eternal war,
  
  Irreconcilable to our grand Foe,
  
  Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
  
  Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heaven.
  
  So spake th' apostate Angel, though in pain,
  
  Vaunting aloud, but racked with deep despair;
  
  And him thus answered soon his bold compeer:—
  
  O Prince, O Chief of many throned Powers
  
  That led th' embattled Seraphim to war
  
  Under thy conduct, and, in dreadful deeds
  
  Fearless, endangered Heaven's perpetual King,
  
  And put to proof his high supremacy,
  
  Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate,