Rocks Whereon Greatest Men Have Oftest Wreck'd.

Incens'd With Indignation Satan Stood Unterrify'd, And Like A Comet Burn'd That Fires The Length Of Ophiuchus Huge In Th' Arctic Sky, And From His Horrid Hair Shakes Pestilence And War.

Have Hung My Dank And Dropping Weeds To The Stern God Of Sea.

Above The Smoke And Stir Of This Dim Spot Which Men Call Earth.

And, Re-assembling Our Afflicted Powers, Consult How We May Henceforth Most Offend.

The Strongest And The Fiercest Spirit That Fought In Heaven, Now Fiercer By Despair.