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Rh  370 Abolih his own works. This would urpas Common revenge, and interrupt his joy In our Confuion, and our Joy upraie In his diturbance; when his darling Sons Hurl’d headlong to partake with us, hall cure Thir frail Originals, and faded blis, Faded o oon. Advie if this be worth Attempting, or to it in darknes here Hatching vain Empires. Thus Bëëlzebub Pleaded his devilih Counel, firt devis’d 380 By Satan, and in part propos’d: for whence, But from the Author of all ill could Spring So deep a malice, to confound the race Of mankind in one root, and Earth with Hell To mingle and involve, done all to pite The great Creatour? But thir pite till erves His glory to augment. The bold deign Pleas’d highly thoe infernal States, and joy Sparkl’d in all thir eyes; with full aent They vote: whereat his peech he thus renews. 390 Well have ye judg’d, well ended long debate, Synod of Gods, and like to what ye are, Great things reolv’d; which from the lowet deep Will once more lift us up, in pight of Fate, Neerer our ancient Seat; perhaps in view Of thoe bright confines, whence with neighbouring Arms And opportune excurion we may chance Re-enter Heav’n; or ele in ome mild Zone Dwell not unviited of Heav’ns fair Light Secure, and at the brightning Orient beam 400 Purge off this gloom; the oft delicious Air, To heal the carr of these corroive Fires