Summary

Portrait of John Milton John Milton Paradise Lost (1674) — Book X (1674)

But rise, let us no more contend, nor blame
Each other, blam'd enough elsewhere, but strive
960In offices of Love, how we may light'n
Each others burden in our share of woe;
Since this days Death denounc't, if ought I see,
Will prove no sudden, but a slow-pac't evill,
A long days dying to augment our paine,
965And to our Seed (O hapless Seed!) deriv'd.
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