Of Man`s first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal tasteBrought death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspireThat shepherd who first taught the chosen seed In the beginning how the heavens and earth Rose out of Chaos: or, if Sion hillDelight thee more, and Siloa`s brook that flowed Fast by the oracle of God, I thenceInvoke thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar Above th` Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples th` upright heart and pure,Instruct me, for thou know`st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat`st brooding on the vast Abyss, And mad`st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support;That, to the height of this great argument, I may assert Eternal Providence,And justify the ways of God to men.