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 Both glorying to have scap't the Stygian flood As Gods, and by thir own recover'd strength, Not by the sufferance of supernall power. [Is this the region, this the soile, the clime, Said then the lost Archangell, this the seat That wee must change for Heav'n, this mournfull gloom For that celestial light? Be it so, since he, Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid What shall be right: fardest from him is best Whom reason hath equald, force hath made supream Above his equals. Farewell happie fields Where joy for ever dwells: Hail Horrours, Haile Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessour: One who brings A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in it selfe Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but lesse then he Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least Wee shall be free; th' Almightie hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce