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When I beheld the Poet blind yet bold	A
In slender Book his vast Design unfold	A
Messiah Crown'd Gods Reconcil'd Decree	B
Rebelling Angels the Forbidden Tree	B
Heav'n Hell Earth Chaos All the Argument	C
Held me a while misdoubting his Intent	D
That he would ruine for I saw him strong	E
The sacred Truths to Fable and old Song	E
So Sampson groap'd the Temples Posts in spight	F
The World o'rewhelming to revenge his sight	F
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Yet as I read soon growing less severe	G
I lik'd his Project the success did fear	G
Through that wide Field how he his way should find	H
O're which lame Faith leads Understanding blind	H
Lest he perplex'd the things he would explain	I
And what was easie he should render vain	I
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Or if a Work so infinite he spann'd	J
Jealous I was that some less skilful hand	J
Such as disquiet always what is well	K
And by ill imitating would excell	K
Might hence presume the whole Creations day	L
To change in Scenes and show it in a Play	L
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Pardon me Mighty Poet nor despise	M
My causeless yet not impious surmise	M
But I am now convinc'd and none will dare	N
Within thy Labours to pretend a share	N
Thou hast not miss'd one thought that could be fit	O
And all that was improper dost omit	O
So that no room is here for Writers left	P
But to detect their Ignorance or Theft	P
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That Majesty which through thy Work doth Reign	I
Draws the Devout deterring the Profane	I
And things divine thou treatst of in such state	Q
As them preserves and thee inviolate	O
At once delight and horrour on us seise	M
Thou singst with so much gravity and ease	M
And above humane flight dost soar aloft	R
With Plume so strong so equal and so soft	S
The Bird nam'd from that Paradise you sing	T
So never flaggs but always keeps on Wing	T
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Where couldst thou words of such a compass find	H
Whence furnish such a vast expence of mind	H
Just Heav'n thee like Tiresias to requite	H
Rewards with Prophesie thy loss of sight	H
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Well mightst thou scorn thy Readers to allure	U
With tinkling Rhime of thy own sense secure	U
While the Town Bayes writes all the while and spells	M
And like a Pack horse tires without his Bells	M
Their Fancies like our Bushy points appear	G
The Poets tag them we for fashion wear	N
I too transported by the Mode offend	H
And while I meant to Praise thee must Commend	H
Thy Verse created like thy Theme sublime	V
In Number Weight and Measure needs not Rhime	V
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A M	V

John Milton

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