Yet why not?
som other Power As great might have aspir'd, and me though mean Drawn to his part; but other Powers as great Fell not, but stand unshak'n, from within Or from without, to all temptations arm'd.

Hadst thou the same free Will and Power to stand?
Thou hadst: whom hast thou then or what to accuse, But Heav'ns free Love dealt equally to all?
Be then his Love accurst, since love or hate, To me alike, it deals eternal woe.

Nay curs'd be thou; since against his thy will Chose freely what it now so justly rues.

Me miserable! which way shall I flie Infinite wrauth, and infinite despaire?
Which way I flie is Hell; my self am Hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatning to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n.

O then at last relent: is there no place Left for Repentance, none for Pardon left?
None left but by submission; and that word DISDAIN forbids me, and my dread of shame Among the spirits beneath, whom I seduc'd With other promises and other vaunts Then to submit, boasting I could subdue Th' Omnipotent.