John Milton
“O Prince! O Chief of many thronèd pow’rs!”
O Prince! O Chief of many thronèd powers! That led th’ embattl’d seraphim to war —
‘O fairest of all creation, last and best’ … ‘How art thou lost …’
O fairest of all creation, last and best Of all God’s works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflow’red, and now to death devote?