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 Thus while he spake, each passion dimm'd his face   Thrice chang'd with pale, ire, envie and despair,   Which marrd his borrow'd visage, and betraid   Him counterfet, if any eye beheld. 
  For heav'nly mindes from such distempers foule   Are ever cleer. 
  Whereof hee soon aware,   Each perturbation smooth'd with outward calme,   Artificer of fraud; and was the first   That practisd falshood under saintly shew,   Deep malice to conceale, couch't with revenge:   Yet not anough had practisd to deceive   URIEL once warnd; whose eye pursu'd him down   The way he went, and on th' ASSYRIAN mount   Saw him disfigur'd, more then could befall   Spirit of happie sort: his gestures fierce   He markd and mad demeanour, then alone,   As he suppos'd, all unobserv'd, unseen. 
  So on he fares, and to the border comes   Of EDEN, where delicious Paradise,   Now nearer, Crowns with her enclosure green,   As with a rural mound the champain head   Of a steep wilderness, whose hairie sides   With thicket overgrown, grottesque and wilde,   Access deni'd; and over head up grew   Insuperable highth of loftiest shade,   Cedar, and Pine, and Firr, and branching Palm,   A Silvan Scene, and as the ranks ascend   Shade above shade, a woodie Theatre   Of stateliest view. 
  Yet higher then thir tops   The verdurous wall of Paradise up sprung:   Which to our general Sire gave prospect large   Into his neather Empire neighbouring round. 
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