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 Of dauntless valour, and considerate pride Waiting revenge: cruell his eye, but cast Signes of remorse and passion to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Farr other once beheld in bliss) condemn'd For ever now to have thir lot in pain, [Mi]llions of spirits for his fault amerc'd Of Heav'n, and from eternal splendors flung For his revolt, yet faithfull how they stood, Thir glory witherd. As when Heavens fire Hath scath'd the forrest oakes, or mountain pines, With singed top thir stately growth though bare Stands on the blasted heath. He now prepar'd To speak; where-at their doubl'd ranks they bend From wing to wing, and halfe inclose him round With all his peeres: attention held them mute. Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn, Tears such as angels weepe, burst forth: at last Words interwove with sighs found out thir way. O Myriads of immortall spirits, o powers Matchless, but with th' Almighty, and that strife Was not inglorious, though th' event was dire, As this place testifies, and this dire change Hatefull to utter: but what powre of mind Foreseeing or presaging, from the Depth