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Paradise Regained
The Second Book
John Milton
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       MEANWHILE the new-baptized, who yet remained
       At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen
       Him whom they heard so late expressly called
       Jesus Messiah, Son of God, declared,
       And on that high authority had believed,
       And with him talked, and with him lodged--I mean
       Andrew and Simon, famous after known,
       With others, though in Holy Writ not named--
       Now missing him, their joy so lately found,
       So lately found and so abruptly gone,
       Began to doubt, and doubted many days,
       And, as the days increased, increased their doubt.
       Sometimes they thought he might be only shewn,
       And for a time caught up to God, as once
       Moses was in the Mount and missing long,
       And the great Thisbite, who on fiery wheels
       Rode up to Heaven, yet once again to come.
       Therefore, as those young prophets then with care
       Sought lost Eliah, so in each place these
       Nigh to Bethabara--in Jericho
       The city of palms, AEnon, and Salem old,
       Machaerus, and each town or city walled
       On this side the broad lake Genezaret,
       Or in Peraea--but returned in vain.
       Then on the bank of Jordan, by a creek,
       Where winds with reeds and osiers whispering play,
       Plain fishermen (no greater men them call),
       Close in a cottage low together got,
       Their unexpected loss and plaints outbreathed:--
       "Alas, from what high hope to what relapse
       Unlooked for are we fallen! Our eyes beheld
       Messiah certainly now come, so long
       Expected of our fathers; we have heard
       His words, his wisdom full of grace and truth.
       'Now, now, for sure, deliverance is at hand;
       The kingdom shall to Israel be restored:'
       Thus we rejoiced, but soon our joy is turned
       Into perplexity and new amaze.
       For whither is he gone? what accident
       Hath rapt him from us? will he now retire
       After appearance, and again prolong
       Our expectation? God of Israel,
       Send thy Messiah forth; the time is come.
       Behold the kings of the earth, how they oppress
       Thy Chosen, to what highth their power unjust
       They have exalted, and behind them cast
       All fear of Thee; arise, and vindicate
       Thy glory; free thy people from their yoke!
       But let us wait; thus far He hath performed--
       Sent his Anointed, and to us revealed him
       By his great Prophet pointed at and shown
       In public, and with him we have conversed.
       Let us be glad of this, and all our fears
       Lay on his providence; He will not fail,
       Nor will withdraw him now, nor will recall--
       Mock us with his blest sight, then snatch him hence:
       Soon we shall see our hope, our joy, return."
       Thus they out of their plaints new hope resume
       To find whom at the first they found unsought.
       But to his mother Mary, when she saw
       Others returned from baptism, not her Son,
       Nor left at Jordan tidings of him none,
       Within her breast though calm, her breast though pure,
       Motherly cares and fears got head, and raised
       Some troubled thoughts, which she in sighs thus clad:--
       "Oh, what avails me now that honour high,
       To have conceived of God, or that salute,
       'Hail, highly favoured, among women blest!'
       While I to sorrows am no less advanced,
       And fears as eminent above the lot
       Of other women, by the birth I bore:
       In such a season born, when scarce a shed
       Could be obtained to shelter him or me
       From the bleak air? A stable was our warmth,
       A manger his; yet soon enforced to fly
       Thence into Egypt, till the murderous king
       Were dead, who sought his life, and, missing, filled
       With infant blood the streets of Bethlehem.
       From Egypt home returned, in Nazareth
       Hath been our dwelling many years; his life
       Private, unactive, calm, contemplative,
       Little suspicious to any king. But now,
       Full grown to man, acknowledged, as I hear,
       By John the Baptist, and in public shewn,
       Son owned from Heaven by his Father's voice,
       I looked for some great change. To honour? no;
       But trouble, as old Simeon plain foretold,
       That to the fall and rising he should be
       Of many in Israel, and to a sign
       Spoken against--that through my very soul
       A sword shall pierce. This is my favoured lot,
       My exaltation to afflictions high!
       Afflicted I may be, it seems, and blest!
       I will not argue that, nor will repine.
       But where delays he now? Some great intent
       Conceals him. When twelve years he scarce had seen,
       I lost him, but so found as well I saw
       He could not lose himself, but went about
       His Father's business. What he meant I mused--
       Since understand; much more his absence now
       Thus long to some great purpose he obscures.
       But I to wait with patience am inured;
       My heart hath been a storehouse long of things
       And sayings laid up, pretending strange events."
       Thus Mary, pondering oft, and oft to mind
       Recalling what remarkably had passed
       Since first her Salutation heard, with thoughts
       Meekly composed awaited the fulfilling:
       The while her Son, tracing the desert wild,
       Sole, but with holiest meditations fed,
       Into himself descended, and at once
       All his great work to come before him set--
       How to begin, how to accomplish best
       His end of being on Earth, and mission high.
       For Satan, with sly preface to return,
       Had left him vacant, and with speed was gone
       Up to the middle region of thick air,
       Where all his Potentates in council sate.
       There, without sign of boast, or sign of joy,
       Solicitous and blank, he thus began:--
       "Princes, Heaven's ancient Sons, AEthereal Thrones--
       Daemonian Spirits now, from the element
       Each of his reign allotted, rightlier called
       Powers of Fire, Air, Water, and Earth beneath
       (So may we hold our place and these mild seats
       Without new trouble!)--such an enemy
       Is risen to invade us, who no less
       Threatens than our expulsion down to Hell.
       I, as I undertook, and with the vote
       Consenting in full frequence was impowered,
       Have found him, viewed him, tasted him; but find
       Far other labour to be undergone
       Than when I dealt with Adam, first of men,
       Though Adam by his wife's allurement fell,
       However to this Man inferior far--
       If he be Man by mother's side, at least
       With more than human gifts from Heaven adorned,
       Perfections absolute, graces divine,
       And amplitude of mind to greatest deeds.
       Therefore I am returned, lest confidence
       Of my success with Eve in Paradise
       Deceive ye to persuasion over-sure
       Of like succeeding here. I summon all
       Rather to be in readiness with hand
       Or counsel to assist, lest I, who erst
       Thought none my equal, now be overmatched."
       So spake the old Serpent, doubting, and from all
       With clamour was assured their utmost aid
       At his command; when from amidst them rose
       Belial, the dissolutest Spirit that fell,
       The sensualest, and, after Asmodai,
       The fleshliest Incubus, and thus advised:--
       "Set women in his eye and in his walk,
       Among daughters of men the fairest found.
       Many are in each region passing fair
       As the noon sky, more like to goddesses
       Than mortal creatures, graceful and discreet,
       Expert in amorous arts, enchanting tongues
       Persuasive, virgin majesty with mild
       And sweet allayed, yet terrible to approach,
       Skilled to retire, and in retiring draw
       Hearts after them tangled in amorous nets.
       Such object hath the power to soften and tame
       Severest temper, smooth the rugged'st brow,
       Enerve, and with voluptuous hope dissolve,
       Draw out with credulous desire, and lead
       At will the manliest, resolutest breast,
       As the magnetic hardest iron draws.
       Women, when nothing else, beguiled the heart
       Of wisest Solomon, and made him build,
       And made him bow, to the gods of his wives."
       To whom quick answer Satan thus returned:--
       "Belial, in much uneven scale thou weigh'st
       All others by thyself. Because of old
       Thou thyself doat'st on womankind, admiring
       Their shape, their colour, and attractive grace,
       None are, thou think'st, but taken with such toys.
       Before the Flood, thou, with thy lusty crew,
       False titled Sons of God, roaming the Earth,
       Cast wanton eyes on the daughters of men,
       And coupled with them, and begot a race.
       Have we not seen, or by relation heard,
       In courts and regal chambers how thou lurk'st,
       In wood or grove, by mossy fountain-side,
       In valley or green meadow, to waylay
       Some beauty rare, Calisto, Clymene,
       Daphne, or Semele, Antiopa,
       Or Amymone, Syrinx, many more
       Too long--then lay'st thy scapes on names adored,
       Apollo, Neptune, Jupiter, or Pan,
       Satyr, or Faun, or Silvan? But these haunts
       Delight not all. Among the sons of men
       How many have with a smile made small account
       Of beauty and her lures, easily scorned
       All her assaults, on worthier things intent!
       Remember that Pellean conqueror,
       A youth, how all the beauties of the East
       He slightly viewed, and slightly overpassed;
       How he surnamed of Africa dismissed,
       In his prime youth, the fair Iberian maid.
       For Solomon, he lived at ease, and, full
       Of honour, wealth, high fare, aimed not beyond
       Higher design than to enjoy his state;
       Thence to the bait of women lay exposed.
       But he whom we attempt is wiser far
       Than Solomon, of more exalted mind,
       Made and set wholly on the accomplishment
       Of greatest things. What woman will you find,
       Though of this age the wonder and the fame,
       On whom his leisure will voutsafe an eye
       Of fond desire? Or should she, confident,
       As sitting queen adored on Beauty's throne,
       Descend with all her winning charms begirt
       To enamour, as the zone of Venus once
       Wrought that effect on Jove (so fables tell),
       How would one look from his majestic brow,
       Seated as on the top of Virtue's hill,
       Discountenance her despised, and put to rout
       All her array, her female pride deject,
       Or turn to reverent awe! For Beauty stands
       In the admiration only of weak minds
       Led captive; cease to admire, and all her plumes
       Fall flat, and shrink into a trivial toy,
       At every sudden slighting quite abashed.
       Therefore with manlier objects we must try
       His constancy--with such as have more shew
       Of worth, of honour, glory, and popular praise
       (Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wrecked);
       Or that which only seems to satisfy
       Lawful desires of nature, not beyond.
       And now I know he hungers, where no food
       Is to be found, in the wide Wilderness:
       The rest commit to me; I shall let pass
       No advantage, and his strength as oft assay."
       He ceased, and heard their grant in loud acclaim;
       Then forthwith to him takes a chosen band
       Of Spirits likest to himself in guile,
       To be at hand and at his beck appear,
       If cause were to unfold some active scene
       Of various persons, each to know his part;
       Then to the desert takes with these his flight,
       Where still, from shade to shade, the Son of God,
       After forty days' fasting, had remained,
       Now hungering first, and to himself thus said:--
       "Where will this end? Four times ten days I have passed
       Wandering this woody maze, and human food
       Nor tasted, nor had appetite. That fast
       To virtue I impute not, or count part
       Of what I suffer here. If nature need not,
       Or God support nature without repast,
       Though needing, what praise is it to endure?
       But now I feel I hunger; which declares
       Nature hath need of what she asks. Yet God
       Can satisfy that need some other way,
       Though hunger still remain. So it remain
       Without this body's wasting, I content me,
       And from the sting of famine fear no harm;
       Nor mind it, fed with better thoughts, that feed
       Me hungering more to do my Father's will."
       It was the hour of night, when thus the Son
       Communed in silent walk, then laid him down
       Under the hospitable covert nigh
       Of trees thick interwoven. There he slept,
       And dreamed, as appetite is wont to dream,
       Of meats and drinks, nature's refreshment sweet.
       Him thought he by the brook of Cherith stood,
       And saw the ravens with their horny beaks
       Food to Elijah bringing even and morn--
       Though ravenous, taught to abstain from what they brought;
       He saw the Prophet also, how he fled
       Into the desert, and how there he slept
       Under a juniper--then how, awaked,
       He found his supper on the coals prepared,
       And by the Angel was bid rise and eat,
       And eat the second time after repose,
       The strength whereof sufficed him forty days:
       Sometimes that with Elijah he partook,
       Or as a guest with Daniel at his pulse.
       Thus wore out night; and now the harald Lark
       Left his ground-nest, high towering to descry
       The Morn's approach, and greet her with his song.
       As lightly from his grassy couch up rose
       Our Saviour, and found all was but a dream;
       Fasting he went to sleep, and fasting waked.
       Up to a hill anon his steps he reared,
       From whose high top to ken the prospect round,
       If cottage were in view, sheep-cote, or herd;
       But cottage, herd, or sheep-cote, none he saw--
       Only in a bottom saw a pleasant grove,
       With chaunt of tuneful birds resounding loud.
       Thither he bent his way, determined there
       To rest at noon, and entered soon the shade
       High-roofed, and walks beneath, and alleys brown,
       That opened in the midst a woody scene;
       Nature's own work it seemed (Nature taught Art),
       And, to a superstitious eye, the haunt
       Of wood-gods and wood-nymphs. He viewed it round;
       When suddenly a man before him stood,
       Not rustic as before, but seemlier clad,
       As one in city or court or palace bred,
       And with fair speech these words to him addressed:--
       "With granted leave officious I return,
       But much more wonder that the Son of God
       In this wild solitude so long should bide,
       Of all things destitute, and, well I know,
       Not without hunger. Others of some note,
       As story tells, have trod this wilderness:
       The fugitive Bond-woman, with her son,
       Outcast Nebaioth, yet found here relief
       By a providing Angel; all the race
       Of Israel here had famished, had not God
       Rained from heaven manna; and that Prophet bold,
       Native of Thebez, wandering here, was fed
       Twice by a voice inviting him to eat.
       Of thee those forty days none hath regard,
       Forty and more deserted here indeed."
       To whom thus Jesus:--"What conclud'st thou hence?
       They all had need; I, as thou seest, have none."
       "How hast thou hunger then?" Satan replied.
       "Tell me, if food were now before thee set,
       Wouldst thou not eat?" "Thereafter as I like
       the giver," answered Jesus. "Why should that
       Cause thy refusal?" said the subtle Fiend.
       "Hast thou not right to all created things?
       Owe not all creatures, by just right, to thee
       Duty and service, nor to stay till bid,
       But tender all their power? Nor mention I
       Meats by the law unclean, or offered first
       To idols--those young Daniel could refuse;
       Nor proffered by an enemy--though who
       Would scruple that, with want oppressed? Behold,
       Nature ashamed, or, better to express,
       Troubled, that thou shouldst hunger, hath purveyed
       From all the elements her choicest store,
       To treat thee as beseems, and as her Lord
       With honour. Only deign to sit and eat."
       He spake no dream; for, as his words had end,
       Our Saviour, lifting up his eyes, beheld,
       In ample space under the broadest shade,
       A table richly spread in regal mode,
       With dishes piled and meats of noblest sort
       And savour--beasts of chase, or fowl of game,
       In pastry built, or from the spit, or boiled,
       Grisamber-steamed; all fish, from sea or shore,
       Freshet or purling brook, of shell or fin,
       And exquisitest name, for which was drained
       Pontus, and Lucrine bay, and Afric coast.
       Alas! how simple, to these cates compared,
       Was that crude Apple that diverted Eve!
       And at a stately sideboard, by the wine,
       That fragrant smell diffused, in order stood
       Tall stripling youths rich-clad, of fairer hue
       Than Ganymed or Hylas; distant more,
       Under the trees now tripped, now solemn stood,
       Nymphs of Diana's train, and Naiades
       With fruits and flowers from Amalthea's horn,
       And ladies of the Hesperides, that seemed
       Fairer than feigned of old, or fabled since
       Of faery damsels met in forest wide
       By knights of Logres, or of Lyones,
       Lancelot, or Pelleas, or Pellenore.
       And all the while harmonious airs were heard
       Of chiming strings or charming pipes; and winds
       Of gentlest gale Arabian odours fanned
       From their soft wings, and Flora's earliest smells.
       Such was the splendour; and the Tempter now
       His invitation earnestly renewed:--
       "What doubts the Son of God to sit and eat?
       These are not fruits forbidden; no interdict
       Defends the touching of these viands pure;
       Their taste no knowledge works, at least of evil,
       But life preserves, destroys life's enemy,
       Hunger, with sweet restorative delight.
       All these are Spirits of air, and woods, and springs,
       Thy gentle ministers, who come to pay
       Thee homage, and acknowledge thee their Lord.
       What doubt'st thou, Son of God? Sit down and eat."
       To whom thus Jesus temperately replied:--
       "Said'st thou not that to all things I had right?
       And who withholds my power that right to use?
       Shall I receive by gift what of my own,
       When and where likes me best, I can command?
       I can at will, doubt not, as soon as thou,
       Command a table in this wilderness,
       And call swift flights of Angels ministrant,
       Arrayed in glory, on my cup to attend:
       Why shouldst thou, then, obtrude this diligence
       In vain, where no acceptance it can find?
       And with my hunger what hast thou to do?
       Thy pompous delicacies I contemn,
       And count thy specious gifts no gifts, but guiles."
       To whom thus answered Satan, male-content:--
       "That I have also power to give thou seest;
       If of that power I bring thee voluntary
       What I might have bestowed on whom I pleased,
       And rather opportunely in this place
       Chose to impart to thy apparent need,
       Why shouldst thou not accept it? But I see
       What I can do or offer is suspect.
       Of these things others quickly will dispose,
       Whose pains have earned the far-fet spoil." With that
       Both table and provision vanished quite,
       With sound of harpies' wings and talons heard;
       Only the importune Tempter still remained,
       And with these words his temptation pursued:--
       "By hunger, that each other creature tames,
       Thou art not to be harmed, therefore not moved;
       Thy temperance, invincible besides,
       For no allurement yields to appetite;
       And all thy heart is set on high designs,
       High actions. But wherewith to be achieved?
       Great acts require great means of enterprise;
       Thou art unknown, unfriended, low of birth,
       A carpenter thy father known, thyself
       Bred up in poverty and straits at home,
       Lost in a desert here and hunger-bit.
       Which way, or from what hope, dost thou aspire
       To greatness? whence authority deriv'st?
       What followers, what retinue canst thou gain,
       Or at thy heels the dizzy multitude,
       Longer than thou canst feed them on thy cost?
       Money brings honour, friends, conquest, and realms.
       What raised Antipater the Edomite,
       And his son Herod placed on Juda's throne,
       Thy throne, but gold, that got him puissant friends?
       Therefore, if at great things thou wouldst arrive,
       Get riches first, get wealth, and treasure heap--
       Not difficult, if thou hearken to me.
       Riches are mine, fortune is in my hand;
       They whom I favour thrive in wealth amain,
       While virtue, valour, wisdom, sit in want."
       To whom thus Jesus patiently replied:--
       "Yet wealth without these three is impotent
       To gain dominion, or to keep it gained--
       Witness those ancient empires of the earth,
       In highth of all their flowing wealth dissolved;
       But men endued with these have oft attained,
       In lowest poverty, to highest deeds--
       Gideon, and Jephtha, and the shepherd lad
       Whose offspring on the throne of Juda sate
       So many ages, and shall yet regain
       That seat, and reign in Israel without end.
       Among the Heathen (for throughout the world
       To me is not unknown what hath been done
       Worthy of memorial) canst thou not remember
       Quintius, Fabricius, Curius, Regulus?
       For I esteem those names of men so poor,
       Who could do mighty things, and could contemn
       Riches, though offered from the hand of kings.
       And what in me seems wanting but that I
       May also in this poverty as soon
       Accomplish what they did, perhaps and more?
       Extol not riches, then, the toil of fools,
       The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare; more apt
       To slacken virtue and abate her edge
       Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise.
       What if with like aversion I reject
       Riches and realms! Yet not for that a crown,
       Golden in shew, is but a wreath of thorns,
       Brings dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights,
       To him who wears the regal diadem,
       When on his shoulders each man's burden lies;
       For therein stands the office of a king,
       His honour, virtue, merit, and chief praise,
       That for the public all this weight he bears.
       Yet he who reigns within himself, and rules
       Passions, desires, and fears, is more a king--
       Which every wise and virtuous man attains;
       And who attains not, ill aspires to rule
       Cities of men, or headstrong multitudes,
       Subject himself to anarchy within,
       Or lawless passions in him, which he serves.
       But to guide nations in the way of truth
       By saving doctrine, and from error lead
       To know, and, knowing, worship God aright,
       Is yet more kingly. This attracts the soul,
       Governs the inner man, the nobler part;
       That other o'er the body only reigns,
       And oft by force--which to a generous mind
       So reigning can be no sincere delight.
       Besides, to give a kingdom hath been thought
       Greater and nobler done, and to lay down
       Far more magnanimous, than to assume.
       Riches are needless, then, both for themselves,
       And for thy reason why they should be sought--
       To gain a sceptre, oftest better missed."