Satan

'Tis not for the World's sake, Lord God of Heaven and Earth, that I petition make, But for Thy justice foiled. It irketh me to know That I have tutored Man against Thee, to this woe, And given him sure success. Yet is the World's self good, And I would prove it Thee, lest Man's ingratitude Should so affect all truth, all honour, all high faith, That Thou Thyself, Lord God, shouldst fall a prey to death And leave him in dominion. What to me were Heaven With this thought unappeased--even thus absolved, forgiven, Yet by myself condemned?