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With tumult less, and with less hostile din;
END of the SECOND Boox,
ARGUMENT of Book III. God fitting on his throne fees. Satan flying towards this
world, then newly created; hows him to the Son who fat at his right hand; foretells the success of Satan in perverting mankind; clears his own justice and wil dom from all imputation, having created man free, and able enough to have withstood his tempter ; yet declares his purpose of grace towards him, in regard he fell not of his own malice, as did Satan, but by him seduced, The Son of God renders praises to his Father for the manifestation of his gracious purpose towards man : but God again. declares, that grace cannot be extended towards man without the satisfaction of divine justice. Man hath offended. the majesty of God by aspiring to Godhead; and therefore, with all his progeny, devoted to death, muft die, unless fome one can be found fufficient to answer for his offence, and undergo bis punishment. The Son of God freely offers himself a ransor for man: the Father accepts him, ardains his inearnation, pronounces his exaltation above all names in heaven and earth; commands all the angels to adore him: They obey ; and hymning to their harps in full quire, celebrate the Father and the Son. Mean while Satan alights upon the bare convex of this world's outermost orb; where wandering he first finds a place, since called the Limbo of Vanity: what persons and things fly up tbither: thence comes to the gate of heaven, describd ascending by stairs, and the waters above the firmament that flow about it: his passage thence to the orb of the Sun; he finds there Uriel, the regent of that orb, but first changes himself into the shape of a meaner engel; and pretending a zealous desire to behold the new creation, and man, whom God had placed here, inquires of bim the place of his habitation, and is directed; alights first on mount Niphates.
PARADISE LOS T.
Ail, holy Light ! offspring of Heav'n first-born!
Or of th' Eternal coeternal beam !
20 Though hard and rare. Thee I revisit fafe, And feel thy sov'reign vital lamp ; but thou Revisitft not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, 25