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In adamantine chaines & penall fire
Who durſt defie th' Omnipotent to armes.
Nine ti mes the ſpace that meaſures day & night 50
To mortall men, hee with his horrid crue
Lay vanquiſht, row ling in the fi{[ai|e}}ry gulfe
Confounded though immortall: But his doome
Reservd him to more wrau th; for now the thought
Both of loſt happiness & laſting paine
Torments him, round he throws his balefull eyes
That witneſs'd huge affliction & diſmay
Mix'd with obdurate pride & stedfaſt hate:
At once as farr as Angells kenne he views
The diſmal ſcituation waſt & wilde 60
A dungeon horrible, on all ſides round
As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from those flames
No light, but rather darknes viſible
Serv'd only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of ſorrow, dolefull ſhades, where peace
And rest can never dwell; Hope never comes
That comes to all: but torture without end
Still urges, & a fiery deluge fed
With ever-burning ſulphur unconſum'd:
Such place eternall Justice had prepar'd 70
For these rebellious, here thir prison ordain'd