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Rh In woe then; that destruction wide may range. To me shall be the glory sole among The infernal Powers, in one day to have marred What he, Almighty styled, six nights and days Continued making, and who knows how long Before had been contriving? though perhaps Not longer than since I in one night freed From servitude inglorious well nigh half The angelic name, and thinner left the throng Of his adorers. He, to be avenged, And to repair his numbers thus impaired, Whether such virtue, spent of old, now failed More Angels to create—if they at least Are his created—or to spoilsspite [sic] us more, Determined to advance into our room A creature formed of earth, and him endow, Exalted from so base original, With heavenly spoils, our spoils. What he decreed He effected; Man he made, and for him built Magnificent this World, and Earth his seat; Him lord pronounced, and, O indignity! Subjected to his service Angel-wings, And flaming ministers, to watch and tend Their earthly charge. Of these the vigilance I dread, and to elude, thus wrapt in mist Of midnight-vapor, glide obscure, and pry In every bush and brake, where hap may find The serpent sleeping, in whose mazy folds