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Book 3.
Paradiſe loſt.


740The reſt in circuit walles this Univerſe.
Look downward on that Globe whoſe hither ſide
With light from hence, though but reflected, ſhines;
That place is Earth the feat of Man, that light
His day, which elſe as th' other Hemiſphere
Night would invade, but there the neighbouring
(So call that oppoſite fair Starr) her aide (Moon
Timely interpoſes, and her monthly round
Still ending, ſtill renewing, through mid Heav'n;
With borrowd light her countenance triform
750Hence fills and empties to enlighten the Earth,
And in her pale dominion checks the night.
That ſpot to which I point is Paradiſe,
Adams abode, thoſe loftie ſhades his Bowre.
Thy way thou canſt not miſs, me mine requires.
Thus ſaid, he turnd, and Satan bowing low,
As to ſuperior Spirits is wont in Heav'n,
Where honour due and reverence none neglects,
Took leave, and toward the coaſt of Earth beneath,
Down from th' Ecliptic, ſped with hop'd ſucceſs,
760Throws his ſteep flight with many an Aerie wheele,
Nor ſtaid, till on Niphates top he lights.

The End of the Third Book.