Page:Paradise Lost Manuscript 10.png

 If not what resolution from despair. Thus Satan talking to his neerest Mate With head uplift above the wave, and eys That sparkling blaz'd, his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size, Titanian, or earth-born, that warr'd on Jove, Briareos or Typhon, whom the Den By ancient Tarsus held, or that Sea-beast Leviathan, which God of all his works, Created hugest that swim th' Ocean stream; Him haply slumbring on the Norway foame The Pilot of some small night-foundered skiff, Deeming some Iland, oft, as Seamen tell With fixed Anchor in his Scaly rinde Moores by his side under the Lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delayes. So stretcht out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay Chain'd on the burning lake, nor ever thence Had risen or heav'd his head, but that the will And high permission of all-ruleing heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs, That with reiterated crimes hee might