“So spake the false Archangel, and infused Bad influence into the unwary breast Of his associate. He together calls, Or several one by one, the regent powers, Under him regent; tells, as he was taught, That, the Most High commanding, now ere night, Now ere dim night had disencumbered Heaven, The great Hierarchal standard was to move; Tells the suggested cause, and casts between Ambiguous words and jealousies, to sound Or taint integrity. But all obeyed The wonted signal, and superior voice Of their great Potentate; for great indeed His name, and high was his degree in Heaven: His countenance, as the morning-star that guides The starry flock, allured them, and with lies Drew after him the third part of Heaven’s host. Meanwhile, the Eternal eye, whose sight discerns Abstrusest thoughts, from forth his holy mount, And from within the golden lamps that burn Nightly before him, saw without their light Rebellion rising⁠—saw in whom, how spread Among the Sons of Morn, what multitudes Were banded to oppose his high decree; And, smiling, to his only Son thus said: