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Book 4.  Upon himelf; horror and doubt ditract His troubl'd thoughts, and from the bottom tirr 20 The Hell within him, for within him Hell He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One tep no more then from himelf can fly By change of place: Now concience wakes depair That lumberd, wakes the bitter memorie Ofwhat he was, what is, and what mut be Wore; of wore deeds wore ufferings mut enue. Sometimes towards Eden which now in his view Lay pleaant, his grievd look he fixes ad, (Sun, 'Sometimes towards Heav'n and the full-blazing 30 Which now at high in his Meridian Towre: Then much revolving, thus in ighs began. O thou that with urpaing Glory crownd, Look't from thy ole Dominion like the God Of this new World; at whoe ight all the Starrs Hide thir diminiht heads; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what tate I fell, how glorious once above thy Spheare; 40 Till Pride and wore Ambition threw me down Warring in Heav'n againt Heav'ns matchles King: Ah wherefore! he deervd no uch return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his ervice hard. What could be les then to afford him praie, The eaiet recompence, and pay him thanks, How due! yet all his good prov'd ill in me, And wrought but malice; lifted up o high