Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton

Adam alſo Angel anſwer'd appear'd arm'd battel behold beſt bliſs bright call'd cauſe cloſe courſe darkneſs death deep defire delight deſcends divine earth eaſe elſe eternal evil eyes fair falſe feat fight fire firſt fons foon foul fruit fuch glory haſte hath heav'n heav'nly hell itſelf juſt laſt leſs leſt light loft loſs loſt moſt muſt night o'er Paradiſe PARADISE LOST paſs paſs'd paſt pleaſure pow'r praiſe preſent rais'd reaſon reply'd reſt return'd riſe roſe Satan ſay ſcarce ſcorn ſea ſecond ſeek ſeem'd ſeems ſeen ſenſe Serpent ſerve ſet ſeveral ſhade ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhould ſhow ſide ſince ſmall ſome ſon ſpake ſpeed Spirits ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrange ſtream ſtrength ſuch ſweet ſwift taſte thee thence theſe thine things thoſe thou thought throne tree turn'd univerſal vaſt waſte whoſe wings worſe