The Acrostic Paradise Lost by John Milton and Terrance Lindall

Satan is discovered and surpizd in his own shape sure
At touch of Ituriel’s spear, for no falsehood can endure
Touch of celestial temper. Satan started up in
Aire inflamed with high anger, as with sudden blaze
Nitrous powder sparks. Yet thus unmovd the Grisley King.
“In waite which of those rebel angels com’st escaped
Such Is now watching at head of these that sleep?”
“Do you not know mee then?” said Satan with scorn,
“In vain should I explain. Asking mee argues your
Selves unknown, the lowest of your throng.”
Proud fiend went hautie on, his lustre impaired, yet
Abashed the devil stood overcome with rage
To strive or flie in vain, thought he, thus chaumping his iron
Curb, as appeered on high great scales that weighed the issue.
He, Gabriel spying thus bespake, and on Satan’s crest sat horror:
“Ev’n read thy lot by scale aloft we read thy lot and are
Doubled now to trample thee.” Satan fled murmuring.
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