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Show The State of Innoceuxe, am '596 From Heav'n to rile totes-uenw** Novyct Repent tho'Ruin cand Undone, Orr upper Provinces already won. Si hPi de there is in Souls created free, M,h hate of Univerlal Monarchy, svpik (i r we therefore met., -- ffPeacVyou chufeyour Suffrages totoW Or means propound, to carry on lie War. S Sentence is B * ^ °P™ t0° ' Unskill'd in S«J«g^*«e,S_M,S£ What then remains but Battel P W^bSvlvote.andifinHdltherebe Ten more fuch Spirits, Heav'ns our own again : W e venture nothing, and may all obtain. Yet who can hope but well fince e'en Succefs Makes Foes fecure, and makes our danger lets > Seraph and Cherub carelefs of their Charge, And wanton in full eafe, now live at large, Unguarded leave the Pafles of the Sky, And all difiolv'd in Hallelujahs he. Mol Grant that our hazardous Attempt prov d vain 5 W e feel the worft fecur'd from greater pain ; Perhaps we may provoke the Conqu'nug Foe J To make us nothing, yet even then we know > That not to be, is not to be in woe _ -> Belial. That Knowledge which as Spirits we obtain, '.Is to be valu'd in the midft of Pain. Annihilation were to lofe Heav'n more: W e are not quite exil'd, where Thought can loar. Then ceafe from Arms 5 „.._•, Tempt him not farther to purfue his blow 3 And be content to bear thofe Pains we know. If what we had, we cou'd not keep, much lefs Can we regain what thofe above poflefs. Beelzeh." Heav'n fleeps not; from one wink a breach would be In the full Circle of Eternity. Long Pains, with ufe of bearing are half eas'd 3 Heav'n unprovok'd, at length may be appeas'd. By War, we can't efcape our wretched Lot 3 And may, perhaps, not Warring be forgot. Afm. Could we Repent, or did not Heav'n well know Rebellion once forgiv'n, would greater grow 3 I fhould, with Belial, chufe ignoble Eafe. But neither would the Conquerour give Peace, Nor yet fo loft in this low State we are, As to defpair of a well tnanag'd War. Nor need we tempt thofe heights which Angels keep, W h o fear no Force, or Ambufti from the deep. What if we find fome eafier Enterpize ? There is a Place, if ancient Prophecies And Fame of Heav'n not err, the Bleft abode Of fome new Race, call'd Man, a Demi-God, W h o m , near this time, th'Almighty muft Create3 He fwore it, fhook the Heav'ns,%nd made it Fate. Lucif. I heard it 3 through all Heav'n the Rumour ran, And much they tilk of this intended Man : Of Form Divine 3 but lefs in Excellence Than we, endu'd with Reafon, lodg'd in Senfe: The FALLJJ4AN. . 5p7 The Soul pure Fire, like ours, of equal force • But, pent in Flefh, muft iffue by Difcourfe :' W e fee what is 3 to M a n Truth muft be brought By Senfe, and drawn by a long Chain of Thought By that faint Light, to Will and Underftand T For made lefs knowing, he's at more Command. Afm. Th6 Heav'n te fhut, that World, if it be made, As neareft Heav'n, lies open to invade : Man therefore muft be known, his Strength, his State And by what Tenure he holds all of Fate. Him let us then feduce, or overthrow : The firft is eafieft 3 and makes Heav'n his Foe. Advife, if this Attempt be worth our Care. Belial. Great is th' Advantage, great the Hazards arel Some one (but who that Task dares undertake >) Of this new Creature muft difcov'ry make. Hell's Brazen Gates he firft muft break, then far Muft wander through old Night, and through the W ar Of antique Chaos 3 and when thefe are paft, Meet Heav'ns Out-Guards, who fcout upon the waft: At every Station muft be bid to ftand, And fore'd to anfwer every ftri& Demand. Mol. This Glorious Enterpize . r Rw„„ vi . . ^ T. ; -Ra<h Angel, ftay 3 , Rifing, and laying his % Inat Palm is mine, which none fhall take away. \ ter on Moloch'*//^/ Hot Braves like thee, may fight3 but know not well To manage this, the laft great Stake of Hell. W h y am 1 rank'd in State above the Reft, If, while I ftand of Sovereign Pow'r polfeft, Another dares in danger farther go ? Kings are not made for Eafe and Pageant fhow. W h o would be Conquerour muft venture all: He merits not to Rife, w h o dares not Fall. Afm. The Praife and Danger then be all your own. Lucif. O n this Foundation I ered m y Throne : Through Brazen Gates, vaft Chaos, and old Night, 111 force m y way, and upwards fteer m y flight: Difcover this new World, and newer Man 3 Make him m y Footftep to mount Heav'n again : Then, in the Clemency of upward Air, We'll fcour our Spots, and the dire Tbpnders Scar, With all the Remnants of th' unlucky W a r, And once again grow bright, and once again grow fair. Afm. Mean time the Youth of Hell ftricl: Guard may keep, And fet their Centries to the utmoft deep. That no ^therial Parafite may come To fpy our Ills, and tell glad Tales at home. Lucif. Before yon'Brimftone-Lake thrice ebb and flow, ( Alas, that we muft meafure Time by W o e !) I fhall return 3 ( m y Mind prefages well) And outward lead the Colonies of Hell. «_ Your Care I much approve 3 what Time remains, With Sports and Mufick, in the Vales and Fields, And whatever Joy fo fad a Climate yields, Seek to forget, at leaft divert your Pains. Betwixt thc Firft All, and the Second, while the Chiefs ft in the Palace, may be ex-preffed thc Sports ofthe Devils 3 as Flights and Dancing in Crotefqne Figures • and a Song exprejfing the Change of their Condition ; what they enjoy d before • and how they fell bravely in Battel, having dejerved Victory by their Valour-^ and what they troidd have done, if they had Conquer d. ACT |
