Boole 1V. PARADISE LOST. And wrought but malice; lifted up fo high I 'fdain'd fubjeaion, and thought one ttep higher so Would fet me highefl, and in a moment quit The debt immenfe ofendlefs gratitude, So burthentome dill paying, flill to owe ; Forgetful what from him I Hill receiv'd, And underflood not that a grateful mind SS By owing owes not, but Hill pays, at once Indebted and difcharg'd : what burden then ? 0 had his pow'rful defliny ordain'd Me fome inferior Angel ! I had flood Then happy ; no unbounded hope had rais'd Ambition : yet why not ? fome other Pow'r As great might have afpir'd, and me though mean Drawn to his part ; but other Pow'rs as great Fell not, but {land unfhaken, from within Cr from without, to all temptations arm'd. 65 Hadft thou the tame free will and pow'r to ftand ? Thou hada : whom haft thou then, or what, t' accufe, But heav'n's free love dealt equally to all ? Be then his love accurft, fince love or hate, To me alike, it deals eternal woe Nay curtt be thou ; fince againft his thy will Chofe freely what it now fo jufily rues : Me miferable ! which way (hall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite defpair ? Which way I fly is hell ; my Pelf am hell; 75 And in the loweft deep a lower deep Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide, To which the hell I fuffer kerns a heav'n. 0 then at lait relent ! is there no place Left for repentance, none for pardon left ? None left but by fubrniflion ; and that word Difdain forbids me, and my dread of shame Among the fpirits beneath, whom I feduc'd Bo With
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