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"But I shall rise Victorious, and subdue

My Vanquisher, spoild of his vanted spoile;

Death his deaths wound shall then receive, and stoop

Inglorious, of his mortal sting disarm'd." (Book III, 250-253)

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"Both God and Man, Son both of God and Man,

Anointed universal King, all Power

I give thee, reign for ever, and assume

Thy Merits; under thee as Head Supream

Thrones, Princedoms, Powers, Dominions I reduce[.]" (Paradise Lost, Book III.316-320)

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Hee on his impious Foes right onward drove,

Gloomie as Night; under his burning Wheeles

The stedfast Empyrean shook throughout,

All but the Throne it self of God. (Book VI.831-834)

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Among them he arriv'd; in his right hand

Grasping ten thousand Thunders, which he sent

Before him, such as in thir Soules infix'd

Plagues; they astonisht all resistance lost,

All courage; down thir idle weapons drop'd[.] (Book VI.835-839)

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Nor less on either side tempestuous fell

His arrows, from the fourfold-visag'd Foure,

Distinct with eyes, and from the living Wheels,

Distinct alike with multitude of eyes,

One Spirit in them rul'd, and every eye

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Yet half his strength he put not forth, but check'd

His Thunder in mid Volie, for he meant

Not to destroy, but root them out of Heav'n[.] (Book VI.853-855)

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"Then to the Heav'n of Heav'ns he shall ascend

With victory, triumphing through the aire

Over his foes and thine; there shall surprise

The Serpent, Prince of aire, and drag in Chaines

Through all his Realme, and there confounded leave." (Book XII.451-455)

DustSnitch

Full forty days he pass'd, whether on hill

Sometimes, anon in shady vale, each night

Under the covert of some ancient Oak,

Or Cedar, to defend him from the dew,

Or harbour'd in one Cave, is not reveal'd;

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"But he whom we attempt is wiser far

Then Solomon, of more exalted mind,

Made and set wholly on the accomplishment

Of greatest things; what woman will you find,

Though of this Age the wonder and the fame,

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On the vext Wilderness, whose tallest Pines,

Though rooted deep as high, and sturdiest Oaks

Bow'd thir Stiff necks, loaden with stormy blasts,

Or torn up sheer: ill wast thou shrouded then,

O patient Son of God, yet only stood'st