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110 By change of place. Now conscience wakes despair, That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be— Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue. Sometimes toward Eden, which now in his view Lay pleasant, his grieved look he fixes sad; Sometimes toward heaven and the full-blazing sun, Which now sat high in his meridian tower; Then much revolving thus in sighs began:
 * "O thou, that, with surpassing glory crowned,

Lookest from thy sole dominion, like the God Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere; Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King. Ah, wherefore? he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was, In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise,