John Milton

Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
To that bad eminence.

Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
To that bad eminence.

Or arm th' obdured breast
With stubborn patience as with triple steel.

Or arm th' obdured breast
With stubborn patience as with triple steel.

What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?

What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?

Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt read more

Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe
That all was lost.