Paradiſe loſt. Book I.
To bottomleſs perdition, there to dwellIn Adamantine Chains and penal Fire,Who durſt deſie th’ Omnipotent to Arms.50Nine times the Space that meaſures Day and NightTo mortal men, he with his horrid crewLay vanquiſht, rowling in the fiery GulfeConfounded though immortal : But his doomReſerv d him to more wrath; for now the thoughtBoth of loſt happineſs and lading painTorments him, round he throws his baleful eyesThat witneſs’d huge affliction and diſmayMixt with obdurate pride and ſtedfaſt hate:At once as far as Angels kenn he views60The diſmal Situation waſte and wilde,A Dungeon horrible, on all ſides roundAs one great Furnace flam'd, yet from thoſe flamesNo light, but rather darkneſs viſibleServ’d only to diſcover fights of woe,Regions of ſorrow, doleful ſhades, where peaceAnd reſt can never dwell, hope never comesThat comes to all; but torture without endStill urges, and a fiery Deluge, fedWith ever-burning Sulphur unconſum’d:70Such place Eternal Juſtice had prepar’dFor thoſe rebellious, here their Priſon ordain’d In utter darkneſs, and their portion ſetAs far remov’d from God and light of Heav’nAs from the Center thrice to th’ utmoſt Pole.O how unlike the place from whence they fell!There the companions of his fall, o’rewhelm’dWith Floods and Whirlwinds of tempeſtuous fire,He ſoon diſcern, and weltring by his ſide
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