Might flow to myriads diffusing good.
But from this eminence of glory fell
Th’ apostate Lucifer, elate with pride,
Of his high station and his glorious form.
Fill’d with like pride, and envying God himself,
His glory, other angels shared his fate,
While the remainder kept their happy state.
Thus fell a third of the bright heavenly stars,
Involv’d in the old serpent’s guilt and fate;
And with him suffer, in th’ infernal gulf,