The Acrostic Paradise Lost by John Milton and Terrance Lindall

Beelzebub, with great aspect rose, a pillar of state.
Engraven deliberation on his front and public care.
“Etheral virtues! Let us bend our thoughts anew!”
Look drew audience and attention still as night:
“Zone milde opportune awaits to where we find by flight,
Excursion thence we may chance re-enter Heaven.
But first whom shall we send upon this mighty task,
Upborn with indefatigable wings to another world,
By force or suttlety to seduce some new Race call’d man?”
“Policy now and long process of time, we are now
Exempt from Heav’ns high jurisdiction, yet we
Remain in strictest bondage, amid this fiery sea,
Safe retreat beyond His Potent arm think we and yet,
Under th’ inevitable curb, our prison where we are set.
Ambush from the deep? Dangerous! Thus Warr hath
Determin’d us and foiled with loss irreparable, our path
Enslav’d, hatching vain empires, tearms of peace meant
Severe custody, stripes and arbitrary punishment!”
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