John Milton

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiucus read more

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiucus huge
In th' artic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.

These evils I deserve, and more
. . . .
Justly, yet despair not of his final read more

These evils I deserve, and more
. . . .
Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon,
Whose ear is ever open, and his eye
Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.

The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.

The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.

If all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, read more

If all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,
Th' All-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd.

If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into
you.

If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into
you.