Boots III. PARADISE LOST. Thus laid, he turn'd, and Satan bowing low (As to fuperior fpirits is wont in heav'n, Wnere honor due and reverence none negleds) Took leave, and tow'rd the coaft of Earth beneath Down from th' Ecliptic, aped with hop'd fuccefs, 740 Throws his fleep flight in many an xry wheel, Nor flaid, till on Niphates top he lights. THE END OF THE THIRD BOOK. T H E
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