Scorning surprize. Or could we break our way
By force, and at our heels all hell should rise [ 135 ]
it Insurrection, to confound
Lig our great Enemy
All incorruptible would on hrone
Sit unpolluted, and thereal mould
Incapable of stain would soon expel [ 140 ]
he baser fire
Victorious. thus repulsd, our final hope
Is flat despair; exasperate
ty Victor to spend all his rage,
And t must end us, t must be our cure, [ 145 ]
to be no more; sad cure; for who would loose,
tellectual being,
ts t ernity,
to peris
In ted night, [ 150 ]
Devoid of sense and motion? and who knows,
Let ther our angry Foe
Can give it, or will ever? how he can
Is doubtful; t he never will is sure.
ill loose at once his ire, [ 155 ]
Belike tence, or unaware,
to give hir wish, and end
them in his anger, whom his anger saves
to punishen?
Say they who counsel arr, we are decreed, [ 160 ]
Reservd and destind to Eternal woe;
ever doing, w can we suffer more,
can ,
tting, ting, thus in Arms?
wrook [ 165 ]
iting t
to ser us? then seemd
A refuge from those wounds: or when we lay
C sure was worse.
if t kindld those grim fires [ 170 ]
Awakd so sevenfold rage
And plunge us in the flames? or from above
Sermitted vengeance arm again
o plague us? w if all
ores [ 175 ]
Of aracts of Fire,
Impendent ning hideous fall
One day upon our heads; while we perhaps
Designing or exing glorious warr,
Caugempest shall be hurld [ 180 ]
Eacransfixt, t and prey
Of racking whirlwinds, or for ever sunk
Under yon boyling Ocean, in Chains;
to converse ing groans,
Unrespited, unpitied, unrepreevd, [ 185 ]
Ages of his would be worse.