Thyself, though great and glorious, dost thou count, Or all angelic nature joined in one, Equal to him, begotten Son? by whom, As by his Word, the mighty Father made All things, even thee, and all the Spirits of Heaven By him created in their bright degrees, Crowned them with glory, and to their glory named Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers, Essential Powers; nor by his reign obscured, But more illustrious made; since he, the head, One of our number thus reduced becomes; His laws our laws; all honour to him done Returns our own. Cease, then, this impious rage, And tempt not these; but hasten to appease The incensed Father and the incensed Son While pardon may be found, in time besought.’

“So spake the fervent Angel; but his zeal None seconded, as out of season judged, Or singular and rash; whereat rejoiced The Apostate, and more haughty thus replied: