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Rh Our purer essence then will overcome Their noxious vapour, or inured not feel, Or, changed at length and to the place conformed In temper and in nature, will receive Familiar the fierce heat, and void of pain; This horror will grow mild, this darkness light: Besides what hope the never ending flight Of future days may bring, what chance, what change Worth waiting, since our present lot appears For happy though but ill, for ill not worst; If we procure not to ourselves more woe."
 * Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb,

Counselled ignoble ease and peaceful sloth, Not peace; and after him thus Mammon spake:
 * "Either to disenthrone the king of Heaven

We war, if war be best, or to regain Our own right lost. Him to unthrone we then May hope, when everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife. The former, vain to hope, argues as vain The latter; for what place can be for us Within Heaven's bound, unless Heaven's Lord supreme We overpower? Suppose he should relent, And publish grace to all, on promise made Of new subjection; with what eyes could we