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        And leave a singed bottom all involvd

        iteng found the sole

        Of u feet.        Mate,

        Boto    tygian flood

        As Gods, and by trength, [ 240 ]

        Not by the sufferance of supernal Power.

        Is the Clime,

        Said t Arc

        t    chis mournful gloom

        For t celestial lig so, since he [ 245 ]

        ho now is Sovran    dispose and bid

        s: fardest from

        h made supream

        Above his equals. Farewel happy Fields

        here Joy for ever dwells: hail horrours, hail [ 250 ]

        Infernal    hell

        Receive thy new Possessor: One whs

        A mind not to be cime.

        ts o self

        make a heavn of hell, a hell of heavn. [ 255 ]

        matter he same,

        And hen he

        er?    least

        e sy    built

        drive us hence: [ 260 ]

        here we may reign secure, and in my choyce

        tn is ion though in hell:

        Better tn in hen serve in heavn.

        But hful friends,

        tes and copartners of our loss [ 265 ]

        Lye tonish oblivious Pool,

        And call t to s

        In this unhappy Mansion, or once more

        ito try

        Regaind in    more lost in hell? [ 270 ]

        So Satan spake, and him Beelzebub

        t,

        tent none could have foyld,

        If o voyce, t pledge

        Of    [ 275 ]

        Ireams, and on the perilous edge

        Of battel s

        t signal, they will soon resume

        Nehey lye

        Groveling and prostrate on yon Lake of Fire, [ 280 ]
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