Paradise Lost

by: John Milton

Book XII

1

O execrable son, so to aspire Above his brethren, to himself assuming Authority usurp’d, from God not given: He gave us only over beast, fish, fowl, Dominion absolute; that right we hold By his donation; but man over men He made not lord: such title to himself Reserving, human left from human free. (XII, 64–71)

2

Dream not of their fight As of a duel, or the local wounds Of head or heel: not therefore joins the Son Manhood to Godhead, with more strength to foil Thy enemy; nor so is overcome Satan, whose fall from heaven, a deadlier bruise, Disabled not to give thee thy death’s wound: Which he, who comes thy Saviour, shall recure, Not by destroying Satan, but his works In thee and in thy seed[.] (XII, 386–395)

3

[O]nly add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance, add love, By name to come call’d charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far. (XII, 581–587)