Paradise Lost

by: John Milton

Book I, lines 27–722

1

Yet not for those, Nor what the potent Victor in his rage Can else inflict, do I repent or change, Though chang’d in outward lustre, that fixt mind, And high disdain from sense of injur’d merit (I, 94–98)

2

All these and more came flocking, but with looks Downcast and damp; yet such wherein appear’d Obscure some glimpse of joy to have found their chief Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost In loss itself; which on his count’nance cast Like doubtful hue: but he his wonted pride Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore Semblance of worth, not substance, gently rais’d Their fainting courage, and dispell’d their fears. (I, 522–530)

3

Henceforth his might we know, and know our own, So as not either to provoke, or dread New war, provok’d. (I, 643–645)