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Rh  Had from his wakeful cutody purloind The guarded Gold: So eagerly the fiend Ore bog or teep, through trait, rough, dene, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet purues his way, 950 And wims or inks, or wades, or creeps, or flyes: At length a univeral hubbub wilde Of tunning ounds and voices all confus'd Born through the hollow dark aaults his eare With loudet vehemence: thither he plyes, Undaunted to meet there what ever power Or Spirit of the nethermot Abys Might in that noie reide, of whom to ask Which way the neeret coat of darknes lyes Bordering on light; when trait behold the Throne 960 Of Chaos, and his dark Pavilion pread Wide on the wateful Deep; with him Enthron'd Sat Sable-veted Night, eldet of things, The conort of his Reign; and by them tood Orcus and Ades, and the dreaded name Of Demogorgon; Rumour next and Chance, And Tumult and Confuion all imbroild, And Dicord with a thouand various mouths. T’ whom Satan turning boldly, thus. Ye Powers And Spirits of this nethermot Abys, 970 Chaos and ancient Night, I come no Spie, With purpoe to explore or to diturb The ecrets of your Realm, but by contraint Wandring this darkome deart, as my way Lies through your pacious Empire up to light, Alone, and without guide, half lot, I eek, What readiet path leads where your gloomie bounds Confine with Heav’n; or if om other place