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

Adam afcend againſt alfo Angel appear'd arm'd battel beaft beft behold beſt blifs bright call'd Cherubim darkneſs death deep defcend defire delight divine earth elfe erft eternal evil eyes fafe faid fair feat feek feem'd feems fhade fhall fhould fide fight fince fire firft firſt fleep fome fong fons foon foul fpake fruit ftand ftate ftill ftood ftrength fuch fweet glory hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt himſelf hoft juft juſt laft laſt leaſt lefs light loft moft muft muſt night o'er Paradife PARADISE LOST pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent rais'd reafon reft reply'd return'd rife rofe Satan ſeems Serpent ſhall ſhape Spirits ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne tree turn'd vex'd whofe whoſe wings worfe