If thou resist. The Fiend lookt up and knew

Prove chaff. On th other side Satan allarmd [ 985 ]

Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy Compeers,

Might have ensud, nor onely Paradise

Where thou art weighd, and shown how light, how weak,

Turnd fierie red, sharpning in mooned hornes

Th Eternal to prevent su九九藏書ch horrid fray

At least had gon to rack, disturbd and torne

Of Heavn perhaps, or all the Elements

In this commotion, but the Starrie Cope

Battels and Realms: in these he put two weights

Usd to the yoak, drawst his triumphant wheels [ 975 ]

Which Gabriel spying, thus bespake the Fiend. [ 1005 ]

To boast what Arms can doe, since thine no more

The pendulous hｔtpｓ://ｒｅａd.9９ｃsｗ.coｍround Earth with balanct Aire [ 1000 ]

His mounted scale aloft: nor more; but fled

The sequel each of parting and of fight;

Least on the threshing floore his hopeful sheaves

Swayes them; the careful Plowman doubting stands

Thir Phalanx, and began to hemm him round

What seemd both Spear and Shield: now dreadful deeds [ 990 ]

Murmuring, and with him九-九-藏-書 fled the shades of night. [ 1015 ]

And read thy Lot in yon celestial Sign

While thus he spake, th Angelic Squadron bright

Collecting all his might dilated stood,

To trample thee as mire: for proof look up, [ 1010 ]

The latter quick up flew, and kickt the beam;

Then when I am thy captive talk of chaines, [ 970 ]

From my prevailing arme, though Heavens King

Neithehttps://read.99csw.comr our own but givn; what follie then

Sat horror Plumd; nor wanted in his graspe

In progress through the rode of Heavn Star-pavd.

With ported Spears, as thick as when a field [ 980 ]

Satan, I know thy strength, and thou knowst mine,

In counterpoise, now ponders all events,

Betwixt Astrea and the Scorpion signe,

Then Heavn permits, nor mine, though doubld now

His stat九_九_藏_書ure reacht the Skie, and on his Crest

Her bearded Grove of ears, which way the wind

Wherein all things created first he weighd,

Proud limitarie Cherube, but ere then

With violence of this conflict, had not soon [ 995 ]

Hung forth in Heavn his golden Scales, yet seen

Of Ceres ripe for harvest waving bends

Like Teneriff or Atlas unremovd:

Farr heavier load thy self expect to feel