Paradise Lost

Meanwhile the hainous and despightfull act Of Satan done in Paradise, and how Hee in the Serpent had perverted Eve, Her Husband shee, to taste the fatall fruit, Was known in Heav’n; for what can scape the Eye Of God All-seeing, or deceave his Heart Omniscient, who in all things wise and just, Hinder’d not Satan to attempt the minde Of Man, with strength entire, and free Will arm’d, Complete to have discover’d and repulst Whatever wiles of Foe or seeming Friend. For still they knew, and ought to have still remember’d The high Injunction not to taste that Fruit, Whoever tempted; which they not obeying, Incurr’d, what could they less, the penaltie, And manifold in sin, deserv’d to fall. Up into Heav’n from Paradise in hast Th’ Angelic Guards ascended, mute and sad For Man, for of his state by this they knew, Much wondring how the suttle Fiend had stoln Entrance unseen. Soon as th’ unwelcome news From Earth arriv’d at Heaven Gate, displeas’d All were who heard, dim sadness did not spare That time Celestial visages, yet mixt With pitie, violated not thir bliss. About the new-arriv’d, in multitudes Th’ ethereal People ran, to hear and know How all befell: they towards the Throne Supream Accountable made haste to make appear With righteous plea, thir utmost vigilance, And easily approv’d; when the most High Eternal Father from his secret Cloud, Amidst in Thunder utter’d thus his voice.

Assembl’d Angels, and ye Powers return’d From unsuccessful charge, be not dismaid, Nor troubl’d at these tidings from the Earth, Which your sincerest care could not prevent, Foretold so lately what would come to pass, When first this Tempter cross’d the Gulf from Hell. I told ye then he should prevail and speed On his bad Errand, Man should be seduc’t And flatter’d out of all, believing lies Against his Maker; no Decree of mine Concurring to necessitate his Fall, Or touch with lightest moment of impulse His free Will, to her own inclining left In eevn scale. But fall’n he is, and now What rests, but that the mortal Sentence pass On his transgression, Death denounc’t that day, Which he presumes already vain and void, Because not yet inflicted, as he fear’d, By some immediate stroak; but soon shall find Forbearance no acquittance ere day end. Justice shall not return as bountie scorn’d. But whom send I to judge them? whom but thee Vicegerent Son, to thee I have transferr’d All Judgement, whether in Heav’n, or Earth; or Hell. Easie it may be seen that I intend Mercie collegue with Justice, sending thee Mans Friend, his Mediator, his design’d Both Ransom and Redeemer voluntarie, And destin’d Man himself to judge Man fall’n.

Father Eternal, thine is to decree, Mine both in Heav’n and Earth to do thy will Supream, that thou in mee thy Son belov’d Mayst ever rest well pleas’d. I go to judge On Earth these thy transgressors, but thou knowst, Whoever judg’d, the worst on mee must light, When time shall be, for so I undertook Before thee; and not repenting, this obtaine Of right, that I may mitigate thir doom On me deriv’d, yet I shall temper so Justice with Mercie, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfied, and thee appease. Attendance none shall need, nor Train, where none Are to behold the Judgement, but the judg’d, Those two; the third best absent is condemn’d, Convict by flight, and Rebel to all Law Conviction to the Serpent none belongs.

Thus saying, from his radiant Seat he rose Of high collateral glorie: him Thrones and Powers, Princedoms, and Dominations ministrant Accompanied to Heaven Gate, from whence Eden and all the Coast in prospect lay. Down he descended strait; the speed of Gods Time counts not, though with swiftest minutes wing’d. Now was the Sun in Western cadence low From Noon, and gentle Aires due at thir hour To fan the Earth now wak’d, and usher in The Eevning coole when he from wrauth more coole Came the mild Judge and Intercessor both To sentence Man: the voice of God they heard Now walking in the Garden, by soft windes Brought to thir Ears, while day declin’d, they heard And from his presence hid themselves among The thickest Trees, both Man and Wife, till God Approaching, thus to Adam call’d aloud.

Where art thou Adam, wont with joy to meet My coming seen far off? I miss thee here, Not pleas’d, thus entertaind with solitude, Where obvious dutie erewhile appear’d unsaught: Or come I less conspicuous, or what change Absents thee, or what chance detains? Come forth. He came, and with him Eve, more loth, though first To offend, discount’nanc’t both, and discompos’d; Love was not in thir looks, either to God Or to each other, but apparent guilt, And shame, and perturbation, and despaire, Anger, and obstinacie, and hate, and guile. Whence Adam faultring long, thus answer’d brief.

To whom thus Adam sore beset repli’d. O Heav’n! in evil strait this day I stand Before my Judge, either to undergoe My self the total Crime, or to accuse My other self, the partner of my life; Whose failing, while her Faith to me remaines, I should conceal, and not expose to blame By my complaint; but strict necessitie Subdues me, and calamitous constraint, Least on my head both sin and punishment, However insupportable, be all Devolv’d; though should I hold my peace, yet thou Wouldst easily detect what I conceale. This Woman whom thou mad’st to be my help, And gav’st me as thy perfet gift, so good, So fit, so acceptable, so Divine, That from her hand I could suspect no ill, And what she did, whatever in it self, Her doing seem’d to justifie the deed; Shee gave me of the Tree, and I did eate.

To whom the sovran Presence thus repli’d. Was shee thy God, that her thou didst obey Before his voice, or was shee made thy guide, Superior, or but equal, that to her Thou did’st resigne thy Manhood, and the Place Wherein God set thee above her made of thee, And for thee, whose perfection farr excell’d Hers in all real dignitie: Adornd She was indeed, and lovely to attract Thy Love, not thy Subjection, and her Gifts Were such as under Government well seem’d, Unseemly to beare rule, which was thy part And person, had’st thou known thy self aright.

Which when the Lord God heard, without delay To Judgement he proceeded on th’ accus’d Serpent though brute, unable to transferre The Guilt on him who made him instrument Of mischief, and polluted from the end Of his Creation; justly then accurst, As vitiated in Nature: more to know Concern’d not Man (since he no further knew) Nor alter’d his offence; yet God at last To Satan first in sin his doom apply’d, Though in mysterious terms, judg’d as then best: And on the Serpent thus his curse let fall.

Because thou hast done this, thou art accurst Above all Cattel, each Beast of the Field; Upon thy Belly groveling thou shalt goe, And dust shalt eat all the days of thy Life. Between Thee and the Woman I will put Enmitie, and between thine and her Seed; Her Seed shall bruise thy head, thou bruise his heel.

So spake this Oracle, then verifi’d When Jesus son of Mary second Eve, Saw Satan fall like Lightning down from Heav’n, Prince of the Aire; then rising from his Grave Spoild Principalities and Powers, triumpht In open shew, and with ascention bright Captivity led captive through the Aire, The Realme it self of Satan long usurpt, Whom he shall tread at last under our feet; Eevn hee who now foretold his fatal bruise, And to the Woman thus his Sentence turn’d.

On Adam last thus judgement he pronounc’d. Because thou hast heark’nd to the voice of thy Wife, And eaten of the Tree concerning which I charg’d thee, saying: Thou shalt not eate thereof, Curs’d is the ground for thy sake, thou in sorrow Shalt eate thereof all the days of thy Life; Thornes also and Thistles it shall bring thee forth Unbid, and thou shalt eate th’ Herb of th’ Field, In the sweat of thy Face shalt thou eate Bread, Till thou return unto the ground, for thou Out of the ground wast taken, know thy Birth, For dust thou art, and shalt to dust returne.

So judg’d he Man, both Judge and Saviour sent, And th’ instant stroke of Death denounc’t that day Remov’d farr off; then pittying how they stood Before him naked to the aire, that now Must suffer change, disdain’d not to begin Thenceforth the forme of servant to assume, As when he wash’d his servants feet, so now As Father of his Familie he clad Thir nakedness with Skins of Beasts, or slain, Or as the Snake with youthful Coate repaid; And thought not much to cloath his Enemies: Nor hee thir outward onely with the Skins Of Beasts, but inward nakedness, much more Opprobrious, with his Robe of righteousness, Araying cover’d from his Fathers sight. To him with swift ascent he up returnd, Into his blissful bosom reassum’d In glory as of old, to him appeas’d All, though all-knowing, what had past with Man Recounted, mixing intercession sweet. Meanwhile ere thus was sin’d and judg’d on Earth, Within the Gates of Hell sate Sin and Death, In counterview within the Gates, that now Stood open wide, belching outrageous flame Farr into Chaos, since the Fiend pass’d through, Sin opening, who thus now to Death began.

O Son, why sit we here each other viewing Idlely, while Satan our great Author thrives In other Worlds, and happier Seat provides For us his ofspring deare? It cannot be But that success attends him; if mishap, Ere this he had return’d, with fury driv’n By his Avenger, since no place like this Can fit his punishment, or their revenge. Methinks I feel new strength within me rise, Wings growing, and Dominion giv’n me large Beyond this Deep; whatever drawes me on, Or sympathie, or som connatural force Powerful at greatest distance to unite With secret amity things of like kinde By secretest conveyance. Thou my Shade Inseparable must with mee along: For Death from Sin no power can separate. But least the difficultie of passing back Stay his returne perhaps over this Gulfe Impassable, impervious, let us try Adventrous work, yet to thy power and mine Not unagreeable, to found a path Over this Maine from Hell to that new World Where Satan now prevailes, a Monument Of merit high to all th’ infernal Host, Easing thir passage hence, for intercourse, Or transmigration, as thir lot shall lead. Nor can I miss the way, so strongly drawn By this new felt attraction and instinct.

Whom thus the meager Shadow answerd soon. Goe whither Fate and inclination strong Leads thee, I shall not lag behinde, nor erre The way, thou leading, such a sent I draw Of carnage, prey innumerable, and taste The savour of Death from all things there that live: Nor shall I to the work thou enterprisest Be wanting, but afford thee equal aid.

So saying, with delight he snuff’d the smell Of mortal change on Earth. As when a flock Of ravenous Fowl, though many a League remote, Against the day of Battel, to a Field, Where Armies lie encampt, come flying, lur’d With sent of living Carcasses design’d For death, the following day, in bloodie fight. So sented the grim Feature, and upturn’d His Nostril wide into the murkie Air, Sagacious of his Quarrey from so farr. Then Both from out Hell Gates into the waste Wide Anarchie of Chaos damp and dark Flew divers, & with Power (thir Power was great) Hovering upon the Waters; what they met Solid or slimie, as in raging Sea Tost up and down, together crowded drove From each side shoaling towards the mouth of Hell. As when two Polar Winds blowing adverse Upon the Cronian Sea, together drive Mountains of Ice, that stop th’ imagin’d way Beyond Petsora Eastward, to the rich Cathaian Coast. The aggregated Soyle Death with his Mace petrific, cold and dry, As with a Trident smote, and fix’t as firm As Delos floating once; the rest his look Bound with Gorgonian rigor not to move, And with Asphaltic slime; broad as the Gate, Deep to the Roots of Hell the gather’d beach They fasten’d, and the

Mole immense wraught on Over the foaming deep high Archt, a Bridge Of length prodigious joyning to the Wall Immoveable of this now fenceless world Forfeit to Death; from hence a passage broad, Smooth, easie, inoffensive down to Hell. So, if great things to small may be compar’d, Xerxes, the Libertie of Greece to yoke, From Susa his Memnonian Palace high Came to the Sea, and over Hellespont Bridging his way, Europe with Asia joyn’d, And scourg’d with many a stroak th’ indignant waves. Now had they brought the work by wondrous Art Pontifical, a ridge of pendent Rock Over the vext Abyss, following the track Of Satan, to the selfsame place where hee First lighted from his Wing, and landed safe From out of Chaos to the outside bare Of this round World: with Pinns of Adamant And Chains they made all fast, too fast they made And durable; and now in little space The Confines met of Empyrean Heav’n And of this World, and on the left hand Hell With long reach interpos’d; three sev’ral wayes In sight, to each of these three places led. And now thir way to Earth they had descri’d, To Paradise first tending, when behold Satan in likeness of an Angel bright Betwixt the Centaure and the Scorpion

stearing His Zenith, while the Sun in Aries rose: Disguis’d he came, but those his Children dear Thir Parent soon discern’d, though in disguise. Hee, after Eve seduc’t, unminded slunk Into the Wood fast by, and changing shape To observe the sequel, saw his guileful act By Eve, though all unweeting, seconded Upon her Husband, saw thir shame that sought Vain covertures; but when he saw descend The Son of God to judge them, terrifi’d Hee fled, not hoping to escape, but shun The present, fearing guiltie what his wrauth Might suddenly inflict; that past, return’d By Night, and listning where the hapless Paire Sate in thir sad discourse, and various plaint, Thence gatherd his own doom, which understood Not instant, but of future time. With joy And tidings fraught, to Hell he now return’d, And at the brink of Chaos, neer the foot Of this new wondrous Pontifice, unhop’t Met who to meet him came, his Ofspring dear. Great joy was at thir meeting, and at sight Of that stupendious Bridge his joy encreas’d. Long hee admiring stood, till Sin, his faire Inchanting Daughter, thus the silence broke.

O Parent, these are thy magnific deeds, Thy Trophies, which thou view’st as not thine own, Thou art thir Author and prime Architect: For I no sooner in my Heart divin’d, My Heart, which by a secret harmonie Still moves with thine, joyn’d in connexion sweet, That thou on Earth hadst prosper’d, which thy looks Now also evidence, but straight I felt Though distant from thee Worlds between, yet felt That I must after thee with this thy Son; Such fatal consequence unites us three: Hell could no longer hold us in her bounds, Nor this unvoyageable Gulf obscure Detain from following thy illustrious track. Thou hast atchiev’d our libertie, confin’d Within Hell Gates till now, thou us impow’rd To fortifie thus farr, and overlay With this portentous Bridge the dark Abyss. Thine now is all this World, thy vertue hath won What thy hands builded not, thy Wisdom gain’d With odds what Warr hath lost, and fully aveng’d Our foile in Heav’n; here thou shalt Monarch reign, There didst not; there let him still Victor sway, As Battel hath adjudg’d, from this new World Retiring, by his own doom alienated, And henceforth Monarchie with thee divide Of all things, parted by th’ Empyreal bounds, His Quadrature, from thy Orbicular World, Or trie thee now more dang’rous to his Throne.

Whom thus the Prince of Darkness answerd glad. Fair Daughter, and thou Son and Grandchild both, High proof ye now have giv’n to be the Race Of Satan (for I glorie in the name, Antagonist of Heav’ns Almightie King) Amply have merited of me, of all Th’ Infernal Empire, that so neer Heav’ns dore Triumphal with triumphal act have met, Mine with this glorious Work, & made one Realm Hell and this World, one Realm, one Continent Of easie thorough-fare. Therefore while I Descend through Darkness, on your Rode with ease To my associate Powers, them to acquaint With these successes, and with them rejoyce, You two this way, among those numerous Orbs All yours, right down to Paradise descend; There dwell & Reign in bliss, thence on the Earth Dominion exercise and in the Aire, Chiefly on Man, sole Lord of all declar’d, Him first make sure your thrall, and lastly kill. My Substitutes I send ye, and Create Plenipotent on Earth, of matchless might Issuing from mee: on your joynt vigor now My hold of this new Kingdom all depends, Through Sin to Death expos’d by my exploit. If your joynt power prevaile, th’ affaires of Hell No detriment need feare, goe and be strong.

So saying he dismiss’d them, they with speed Thir course through thickest Constellations held Spreading thir bane; the blasted Starrs lookt wan, And Planets, Planet-strook, real Eclips Then sufferd. Th’ other way Satan went down The Causey to Hell Gate; on either side Disparted Chaos over built exclaimd, And with rebounding surge the barrs assaild, That scorn’d his indignation: through the Gate, Wide open and unguarded, Satan pass’d, And all about found desolate; for those Appointed to sit there, had left thir charge, Flown to the upper World; the rest were all Farr to the inland retir’d, about the walls Of Pandemonium, Citie and proud seate Of Lucifer, so by allusion calld, Of that bright Starr to Satan paragond. There kept thir Watch the Legions, while the Grand In Council sate, sollicitous what chance Might intercept thir Emperour sent, so hee Departing gave command, and they observ’d. As when the Tartar from his Russian Foe By Astracan over the Snowie Plaines Retires, or Bactrian Sophi from the hornes Of Turkish Crescent, leaves all waste beyond The Realme of Aladule, in his retreate To Tauris or Casbeen. So these the late Heav’n-banisht Host, left desert utmost Hell Many a

dark League, reduc’t in careful Watch Round thir Metropolis, and now expecting Each hour their great adventurer from the search Of Forrein Worlds: he through the midst unmarkt, In shew plebeian Angel militant Of lowest order, past; and from the dore Of that Plutonian Hall, invisible Ascended his high Throne, which under state Of richest texture spred, at th’ upper end Was plac’t in regal lustre. Down a while He sate, and round about him saw unseen: At last as from a Cloud his fulgent head And shape Starr bright appeer’d, or brighter, clad With what permissive glory since his fall Was left him, or false glitter: All amaz’d At that so sudden blaze the Stygian throng Bent thir aspect, and whom they wish’d beheld, Thir mighty Chief returnd: loud was th’ acclaime: Forth rush’d in haste the great consulting Peers, Rais’d from thir dark Divan, and with like joy Congratulant approach’d him, who with hand Silence, and with these words attention won.

Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Vertues, Powers, For in possession such, not onely of right, I call ye and declare ye now, returnd Successful beyond hope, to lead ye forth Triumphant out of this infernal Pit Abominable, accurst, the house of woe, And Dungeon of our Tyrant: Now possess, As Lords, a spacious World, to our native Heaven Little inferiour, by my adventure hard With peril great atchiev’d. Long were to tell What I have don, what sufferd, with what paine Voyag’d the unreal, vast, unbounded deep Of horrible confusion, over which By Sin and Death a broad way now is pav’d To expedite your glorious march; but I Toild out my uncouth passage, forc’t to ride Th’ untractable Abysse, plung’d in the womb Of unoriginal Night and Chaos wilde, That jealous of thir secrets fiercely oppos’d My journey strange, with clamorous uproare Protesting Fate supreame; thence how I found The new created World, which fame in Heav’n Long had foretold, a Fabrick wonderful Of absolute perfection, therein Man Plac’t in a Paradise, by our exile Made happie: Him by fraud I have seduc’d From his Creator, and the more to increase Your wonder, with an Apple; he thereat Offended, worth your laughter, hath giv’n up Both his beloved Man and all his World, To Sin and Death a prey, and so to us, Without our hazard, labour or allarme, To range in, and to dwell, and over Man To rule, as over all he should have rul’d. True is, mee also he hath judg’d, or rather Mee not, but the brute Serpent in whose shape Man I deceav’d: that which to mee belongs, Is enmity, which he will put between Mee and Mankinde;

I am to bruise his heel; His Seed, when is not set, shall bruise my head: A World who would not purchase with a bruise, Or much more grievous pain? Ye have th’ account Of my performance: What remaines, ye Gods, But up and enter now into full bliss.

So having said, a while he stood, expecting Thir universal shout and high applause To fill his eare, when contrary he hears On all sides, from innumerable tongues A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn; he wonderd, but not long Had leasure, wondring at himself now more; His Visage drawn he felt to sharp and spare, His Armes clung to his Ribs, his Leggs entwining Each other, till supplanted down he fell A monstrous Serpent on his Belly prone, Reluctant, but in vaine, a greater power Now rul’d him, punisht in the shape he sin’d, According to his doom: he would have spoke, But hiss for hiss returnd with forked tongue To forked tongue, for now were all transform’d Alike, to Serpents all as accessories To his bold Riot: dreadful was the din Of hissing through the Hall, thick swarming now With complicated monsters, head and taile, Scorpion and Asp, and Amphisbaena dire, Cerastes hornd, Hydrus, and Ellops drear, And Dipsas (Not so thick swarm’d once the Soil Bedropt with blood of Gorgon, or the Isle Ophiusa) but still greatest hee the midst, Now Dragon grown, larger then whom the Sun Ingenderd in the Pythian Vale on slime, Huge Python, and his Power no less he seem’d Above the

rest still to retain; they all Him follow’d issuing forth to th’ open Field, Where all yet left of that revolted Rout Heav’n-fall’n, in station stood or just array, Sublime with expectation when to see In Triumph issuing forth thir glorious Chief; They saw, but other sight instead, a crowd Of ugly Serpents; horror on them fell, And horrid sympathie; for what they saw, They felt themselvs now changing; down thir arms, Down fell both Spear and Shield, down they as fast, And the dire hiss renew’d, and the dire form Catcht by Contagion, like in punishment, As in thir crime. Thus was th’ applause they meant, Turnd to exploding hiss, triumph to shame Cast on themselves from thir own mouths. There stood A Grove hard by, sprung up with this thir change, His will who reigns above, to aggravate Thir penance, laden with fair Fruit, like that VVhich grew in Paradise, the bait of Eve Us’d by the Tempter: on that prospect strange Thir earnest eyes they fix’d, imagining For one forbidden Tree a multitude Now ris’n, to work them furder woe or shame; Yet parcht with scalding thurst and hunger fierce, Though to delude them sent, could not abstain, But on they rould in heaps, and up the Trees

Climbing, sat thicker then the snakie locks That curld Megaera: greedily they pluck’d The Frutage fair to sight, like that which grew Neer that bituminous Lake where Sodom flam’d; This more delusive, not the touch, but taste Deceav’d; they fondly thinking to allay Thir appetite with gust, instead of Fruit Chewd bitter Ashes, which th’ offended taste VVith spattering noise rejected: oft they assayd, Hunger and thirst constraining, drugd as oft, VVith hatefullest disrelish writh’d thir jaws VVith foot and cinders fill’d; so oft they fell Into the same illusion, not as Man Whom they triumph’d once lapst. Thus were they plagu’d And worn with Famin, long and ceasless hiss, Till thir lost shape, permitted, they resum’d, Yearly enjoynd, some say, to undergo This annual humbling certain number’d days, To dash thir pride, and joy for Man seduc’t. However some tradition they dispers’d Among the Heathen of thir purchase got, And Fabl’d how the Serpent, whom they calld Ophion with Eurynome, the wide- Encroaching Eve perhaps, had first the rule Of high Olympus, thence by Saturn driv’n And Ops, ere yet Dictaean Jove was born. Mean while in Paradise the hellish pair Too soon arriv’d, Sin there

Whom thus the Sin-born Monster answerd soon. To mee, who with eternal Famin pine, Alike is Hell, or Paradise, or Heaven, There best, where most with ravin I may meet; Which here, though plenteous, all too little seems To stuff this Maw, this vast unhide-bound Corps.

To whom th’ incestuous Mother thus repli’d. Thou therefore on these Herbs, and Fruits, & Flours Feed first, on each Beast next, and Fish, and Fowle, No homely morsels, and whatever thing The Sithe of Time mowes down, devour unspar’d, Till I in Man residing through the Race, His thoughts, his looks, words, actions all infect, And season him thy last and sweetest prey.

This said, they both betook them several wayes, Both to destroy, or unimmortal make All kinds, and for destruction to mature Sooner or later; which th’ Almightie seeing, From his transcendent Seat the Saints among, To those bright Orders utterd thus his voice.

See with what heat these Dogs of Hell advance To waste and havoc yonder VVorld, which I So fair and good created, and had still Kept in that state, had not the folly of Man Let in these wastful Furies, who impute Folly to mee, so doth the Prince of Hell And his Adherents, that with so much ease I suffer them to enter and possess A place so heav’nly, and conniving seem To gratifie my scornful Enemies, That laugh, as if transported with some fit Of Passion, I to them had quitted all, At random yeilded up to their misrule; And know not that I call’d and drew them thither My Hell-hounds, to lick up the draff and filth Which mans polluting Sin with taint hath shed On what was pure, till cramm’d and gorg’d, nigh burst With suckt and glutted offal, at one fling Of thy victorious Arm, well-pleasing Son, Both Sin, and Death, and yawning Grave at last Through Chaos hurld, obstruct the mouth of Hell For ever, and seal up his ravenous Jawes. Then Heav’n and Earth renewd shall be made pure To sanctitie that shall receive no staine: Till then the Curse pronounc’t on both precedes.

Hee ended, and the heav’nly Audience loud Sung Halleluia, as the sound of Seas, Through multitude that sung: Just are thy ways, Righteous are thy Decrees on all thy Works; Who can extenuate thee? Next, to the Son, Destin’d restorer of Mankind, by whom New Heav’n and Earth shall to the Ages rise, Or down from Heav’n descend. Such was thir song, While the Creator calling forth by name His mightie Angels gave them several charge, As sorted best with present things. The Sun Had first his precept so to move, so shine, As might affect the Earth with cold and heat Scarce tollerable, and from the North to call Decrepit Winter, from the South to bring Solstitial summers heat. To the blanc Moone Her office they prescrib’d, to th’ other five Thir planetarie motions and aspects In Sextile, Square, and Trine, and Opposite, Of noxious efficacie, and when to joyne In Synod unbenigne, and taught the fixt Thir influence malignant when to showre, Which of them rising with the Sun, or falling, Should prove tempestuous: To the Winds they set Thir corners, when with bluster to confound Sea, Aire, and Shoar, the Thunder when to rowle With terror through the dark Aereal Hall. Some say he bid his Angels