“ ‘O now in danger tried, now known in arms Not to be overpowered, companions dear, Found worthy not of liberty alone, Too mean pretence, but, what we more affect, Honour, dominion, glory, and renown; Who have sustained one day in doubtful fight (And if one day, why not eternal days?) What Heaven’s Lord had powerfullest to send Against us from about his throne, and judged Sufficient to subdue us to his will, But proves not so: then fallible, it seems, Of future we may deem him, though till now Omniscient thought. True is, less firmly armed, Some disadvantage we endured, and pain Till now not known, but, known, as soon contemned; Since now we find this our empyreal form Incapable of mortal injury, Imperishable, and, though pierced with wound, Soon closing, and by native vigour healed. Of evil, then, so small as easy think The remedy: perhaps more valid arms, Weapons more violent, when next we meet, May serve to better us and worse our foes, Or equal what between us made the odds,