ell e, [ 390 ]

    Synod of Gods, and like to w ye are,

    Great t deep

    ill once more lift us up, in spige,

    Neerer our ancient Seat; perhaps in view

    Of t confines, wh neighbouring Arms [ 395 ]

    And opportune excursion we may chance

    Re-enter heavn; or else in some milde Zone

    D unvisited of

    Secure, and at tning Orient beam

    Purge off t delicious Air, [ 400 ]

    to hese corrosive Fires

    S first whom shall we send

    In searchis new world, whom shall we find

    Sufficient?

    ttomd infinite Abyss [ 405 ]

    And t

    Upborn igable wings

    Over t abrupt, ere he arrive

    t strengt art can then [ 410 ]

    Suffice, or w evasion bear him safe

    trict Senteries and Stations thick

    Of Angels ching round? here he had need

    All circumspection, and we now no less

    Choice in our suffrage; for on whom we send, [ 415 ]

    t of all and our last hope relies.

    t; and expectation held

    ing who appeerd

    to second, or oppose, or undertake

    ttempt; but all sat mute, [ 420 ]

    Pondering ts; and each

    In otnance read his own dismay

    Astonishe choice and prime

    Of those heavn-warring Champions could be found

    So o proffer or accept [ 425 ]

    Alone till at last

    Satan,  glory raisd

    Above h Monarchal pride

    Conscious of  hus spake.

    O Progeny of hrones, [ 430 ]

    ith deep silence and demurr

    Seisd us, the way

    And  out of o light;

    Our prison strong, this huge convex of Fire,

    Outrageous to devour, immures us round [ 435 ]

    Ninefold, and gates of burning Adamant

    Barrd over us pro all egress.