Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books

Adam againſt alſo Angels anſwer appear'd battel beaſt behold beſt call'd cauſe darkneſs death Defenſe defire divine earth eaſe elſe evil eyes faid fair Father fhall fide fight fince firft firſt fome fons foon foul fruit ftill fuch glory haſt hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell higheſt himſelf houſe itſelf juft juſt King laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs live loft Milton moſt muſt night Paradiſe PARADISE LOST paſt pleaſant pleaſure poem pow'r praiſe preſent publiſhed purſued reaſon reft reply'd reſt return'd riſe roſe ſaid Satan ſaw ſays ſea ſecond ſee ſeem'd ſeems ſeen ſenſe Serjeant at arms ſerve ſeveral ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhould ſhow ſmall ſome ſpake Spirit ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet taſte thee themſelves thence theſe things thoſe thou thought thouſand throne tree turn'd univerſity uſe whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worſe