“He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity; ”

“Not so on Man; him through their malice fall'n,Father of Mercy and Grace, thou didst not doomSo strictly, but much more to pity incline:No sooner did thy dear and only SonPerceive thee purpos'd not to doom frail ManSo strictly, but much more to pity inclin'd,He to appease thy wrath, and end the strifeOf mercy and Justice in thy face discern'd,Regardless of the Bliss wherein hee satSecond to thee, offer'd himself to dieFor man's offence. O unexampl'd love,Love nowhere to be found less than Divine!Hail Son of God, Saviour of Men, thy NameShall be the copious matter of my SongHenceforth, and never shall my Harp thy praiseForget, nor from thy Father's praise disjoin.”

“Go; for thy stay, not free, absents thee more.”

“O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beamsThat bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.”

“And looks commercing with the skies,Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.”

“The happy placeImparts to thee no happiness, no joy --Rather inflames thy torment, representingLost bliss, to thee no more communicable;So never more in Hell than when in Heaven.”

“I thence invoke my thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.”