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Born 1608. Died 1674.
Soliloquy Of Satan.
JS this the region, this the soil, the clime,
For that celestial light? Be it so, since he,
Who now is Sovran, can dispose and bid
What shall be right; farthest from him is best,
Whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme
Above his equals. Farewell, happy fields,
Where joy for ever dwells! Hail horrors, hail
Infernal world! and thou profoundest hell,
Receive thy new possessor, one who brings
A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And where I should be; all but less than he
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice,
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell,—
Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,
Paradise Lost, Book I.
HE scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend