To soothe desire's burning in his heart.
Thus Satan to his wife approaching nigh:
"If thou beest she; But O how ugly! That she
Whom mutual league and conjoint enterprise
The honoured wife of Satan made, his spouse,
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His mistress, and his paramour, of joys
His partner, and of woes his healing balm,
And anodyne, at whose sight all the fiends
Hide their disgusted heads; to thee I call,
But with no lover's voice, and add thy name
O Sin, to tell thee how I hate thy face
That brings to my remembrance to what depths
I fell, and what eternal lot is mine."
Thus spoke the fierce Archangel, fiery fiend,
And was the first to hide his lustful thoughts
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