if
he
whom
mutual
league，
United
thoughts
and
counsels，equal
hope
And
hazard
in
the
glorious
enterprise，
Joined
with
me
once，now
misery
hath
joined
In
equal
ruin;into
what
pit
thou
seest
From
what
height
fallen，so
much
the
stronger
proved
He
with
his
thunder:
and
till
then
who
knew
The
force
of
those
dire
arms?
Yet
not
for
those，
Nor
what
the
potent
Victor
in
his
rage
Can
else
inflict，do
I
repent
or
change，
Though
changed
in
outward
luster，that
fixed
mind
And
high
disdain，from
sense
of
injured
merit，
That
with
the
Mightiest
raised
me
to
contend，
And
to
the
fierce
contention
brought
along
Innumerable
force
of
spirits
armed，
That
durst
dislike
his
reign，and
me
preferring，
His
utmost
power
with
adverse
power
opposed
In
dubious
battle
on
the
plains
of
Heaven，
And
shook
his
throne.
What
though
tile
field
be
lost?
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
Extort
from
me.
To
bow
and
sue
for
grace
With
suppliant
knee，and
deify
his
power
Who
from
the
terror
of
this
arm
so
late
Doubted
his
empire
that
were
low
indeed;
That
were
an
ignominy
and
shame
beneath
This
downfall;since
by
fate
the
strength
of
gods
And
this
empyreal
substance
cannot
fail;
Since，through
experience
of
this
great
event，
In
arms
not
worse，in
foresight
much
advanced，
We
may
with
more
successful
hope
resolve
To
wage
by
force
or
guile
eternal
war，
Irreconcilable
to
our
grand
Foe，
Who
now
triumphs，and
in
th’
excess
of