Powerful

Powers and Dominions, Deities of Heav'n, for since no deep within her gulf can hold Immortal vigor, though oppress and fallen, I give not Heav'n for lost.

So Sad...

I should be much for open war, O Peers, As not behind in hate, if what was urged Main reason to persuade immediate war Did not dissuade me most, and seem to cast Ominous conjecture on the whole success; When he who most excels in fact of arms, In what he counsels and in what excels Mistrustful, grounds his courage on despair And utter dissolution, as the scope Of all his aim, after some dire revenge.

Throne

High on a Throne of Royal State, which far Outshone the wealth of ORMUS and of IND, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her Kings BARBARIC Pearl and Gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit raid’s To that bad eminence; and from despair Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires Beyond thus high, insatiate to pursue Vain War with Heav'n, and by success untaught His proud imaginations thus displayed.

I Don't Know???

Meet though just right, and the fixed Laws of Heav'n Did first create your Leader, next, free choice, With what besides, in Counsel or in Fight, Hath bin achieved of merit, yet this loss Thus far at least recovered, hath much more Established in a safe unenvied Throne Yielded with full consent.