Part IV.
And next … Moloch, scepter'd king,
Stood up [and] spake.
My sentence is for open war. Of wiles…
For, while they sit contriving, shall the rest,
Millions that stand in arms, and longing wait
The signal to ascend,
[…]
Armed with Hell-flames and fury, all at once
O'er Heaven's high towers to force resistless way,
Turning our tortures into horrid arms
Against the Torturer …
Which if not Victory is yet Revenge.
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John Milton – Paradise Lost
