"A likely hearing thou should'st get, my lord,
Impartial trial and august judgment fair
From God and his empanelled Angels twelve,
Who know too well and to their cost thy faith
And will reject thy sland'rous perjured oaths
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As I reject thy proffered pleas of love."
Thus saying, Sin departs, and leaves her spouse
To sigh his sorrows forth in plaintive voice:
"Is this the liberty and promised land
For which I bartered Heaven, throne of light,
And seat celestial?" Here Satan paused
But how the Fiend continued his lament
I must not here relate, my Muse forbids
That I bestain my holy verse with words
As vehement and vulgate foul as those
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Where Did the Plot Go?
