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Book 3.  Father of Mercie and Grace, thou didt not doome So trictly, but much more to pitie encline: No ooner did thy dear and onely Son Perceive thee purpos'd not to doom frail Man So trictly, but much more to pitie enclin'd, He to appeae thy wrauth, and end the trife Of Mercy and Justice in thy face dicern'd, Regardles of the Blis wherein hee at Second to thee, offerd himelf to die 410 For mans offence. O unexampl'd love, Love no where to be found les then Divine! Hail Son of God, Saviour of Men, thy Name Shall be the copious matter of my Song Henceforth, and never hall my Harp thy praie Forget, nor from thy Fathers praie disjoine. Thus they in Heav’n, above the tarry Sphear, Thir happie hours in joy and hymning pent. Mean while upon the firm opacous Globe Of this round World, whoe firt convex divides 420 The luminous inferior Orbs, enclos'd From Chaos and th' inroad of Darknes old, Satan alighted walks: a Globe farr off It eem'd, now eems a boundles Continent Dark, wate, and wild, under the frown of Night Starles expos'd, and ever-threatning torms Of Chaos blutring round, inclement skie; Save on that ide which from the wall of Heav’n Though ditant farr om mall reflection gaines Of glimmering air les vext with tempet loud: 430 Here walk'd the Fiend at large in pacious field. As when a Vultur on Imaus bred, Whoe nowie ridge the roving Tartar bounds,