But infinite in pardon is my Judge.

Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.

I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend.

Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.

Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.