... then there was war in heaven. But it was not angels. It was that small golden zeppelin, like a long oval world, high up. It seemed as if the cosmic order were gone, as if there had come a new order, a new heavens above us: and as if the world in anger were trying to revoke it.
Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.