Page:Paradise lost by Milton, John.djvu/116

By change of place. Now conscience wakes despair,
That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be—
Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.
Sometimes toward Eden, which now in his view
Lay pleasant, his grieved look he fixes sad;
Sometimes toward heaven and the full-blazing sun,
Which now sat high in his meridian tower;30
Then much revolving thus in sighs began:
"O thou, that, with surpassing glory crowned,
Lookest from thy sole dominion, like the God
Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars
Hide their diminished heads; to thee I call,
But with no friendly voice, and add thy name,
Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams,
That bring to my remembrance from what state
I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere;
Till pride and worse ambition threw me down,40
Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King.
Ah, wherefore? he deserved no such return
From me, whom he created what I was,
In that bright eminence, and with his good
Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
What could be less than to afford him praise,