that
fixt mind
And high disdain, from sence of
injur'd merit,
That with the
mightiest
rais'd me to contend,
And to the fierce contention brought along
[
100 ]Innumerable force of Spirits
arm'dThat
durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,
His utmost
power with adverse power
oppos'dIn dubious
Battel on the Plains of
Heav'n,
And shook his throne. What though the field
be lost?
[ 105 ]All is not lost;
the unconquerable Will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And
courage never to submit or yield:
And what is else not to be overcome?
That Glory never shall his wrath or might
[
110 ]Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
With suppliant
knee, and
deifie his power,
Who
from the
terrour of this Arm so
late
Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
That were an ignominy
and shame beneath
[ 115 ]This
downfall; since by Fate the strength of
GodsAnd this Empyreal substance
cannot fail,
Since through experience of this great event
In Arms not
worse, in foresight much
advanc't,
We may with more successful hope
resolve
[ 120 ]To
wage by force or guile
eternal WarrIrreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
Who now triumphs, and in
th' excess of joy
Sole reigning holds
the Tyranny of
Heav'n.