Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained

by John Milton

But with swift wheele reverse, deep entring shar’d All his right side; then SATAN first knew pain, And writh’d him to and fro convolv’d; so sore The griding sword with discontinuous wound Pass’d through him, but th’ Ethereal substance clos’d Not long divisible, and from the gash A stream of Nectarous humor issuing flow’d Sanguin, such as Celestial Spirits may bleed,