to emptuous brow. [ 885 ]

        Gabriel, t in eem of wise,

        And suc tion askt

        Puts me in doubt. Lives ther who loves his pain?

        , finding way, break loose from hell,

        t t, [ 890 ]

        And boldly veo wever place

        Fart from pain,    o ge

        torment    repence

        Dole , w;

        to t only good, [ 895 ]

        But evil    not trid: and    object

        him surer barr

        es, if ends our stay

        In t dark dura .

        t is true, they say; [ 900 ]

        But t implies not violence or harme.

        the warlike Angel movd,

        Disdainfully hus replid.

        O loss of one in o judge of wise,

        Sian fell, whrew, [ 905 ]

        And nourns ,

        Gravely in doubt wo hem wise

        Or not, w boldness brougher

        U from his bounds in hell prescribd;

        So o fly from pain [ 910 ]

        o scape .

        So judge till, presumptuous, till th,

        by flying, meet t

        Seavenfold, and sce t o hell,

        aug er, t no pain [ 915 ]

        equal anger infinite provokt.

        But whee

        Came not all o them

        Less paio be fled, or they

        Less o endure? ceous Chief, [ 920 ]

        t in flig thou allegd

        to ted    t,

        t not e sole fugitive.

        to wern.

        Not t I less endure, or shrink from pain, [ 925 ]

        Insulting Angel,    I stood

        t, o thy aide

        ting volied thunder made all speed

        And seded t dreaded Spear.
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