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Thrice he assayd, and thri spight of s,

Tears such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last [ 620 ]

Words interwove with sighs found out thir way.

O Myriads of immortal Spirits, O Powers

Matchless, but with th Almighty, and that strife

Was not inglorious, though th event was dire,

As this place testifies, and this dire ge [ 625 ]

Hateful to utter: but ower of mind

Foreseeing ing, from the Depth

Of knowledge past or present, could have feard,

How suited force of Gods, how such

As stood like these, could ever know repulse? [ 630 ]

For who yet beleeve, though after loss,

That all these puissant Legions, whose exile

Hath emptied Heavn, shall fail to re-asd

Self-raisd, and repossess thir native seat?

For mee be witness all the Host of Heavn, [ 635 ]

If sels different, or danger shund

By me, have lost our hopes. But he whns

Monar Heavn, till then as one secure

Sat on his Throne, upheld by old repute,

sent or e, and his Regal State [ 640 ]

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