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 But what if hee our conquerour, (whom I now Of force beleive Almighty, since no lesse Then such could have orepowr'd such force as ours) Have left us this our spirit, and strength intire Strongly to suffer and support our pains, That wee may so suffice his vengefull ire Or doe him mightier service as his thralls By right of warr, what e're his buis'nesse bee Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire, Or doe his errands in the gloomy deep, What can it then availe though yet wee feele Strength undiminish'd, or eternall being To undergoe eternall punishment? Where to with speedy words th' Arch-fiend reply'd. Fall'n Cherube, to bee weak is miserable Doing or suffering: but of this be sure To do aught good never will bee our task, But ever to doe ill our sole delight, As being the contrary to his high will Whom wee resist. If then his providence Out of our evill seek to bring forth good, Our labour must be to pervert that end, And out of good still to find means of evill,