With hideous ruin and combustion, down

To bottomless perdition; there to dwell

In adamantine chains and penal fire,

Who durst defy th’ Omnipotent to arms.

Milton.

Satan, thy power’s decline is nigh;

Like lightning flashing through the sky,

Thy demons hear the Heavenly Word,

And owning Him Creation’s Lord,

Confess, with fierce appalling yell—