Believe and be confirmed.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens take his pleasure.

Hell has no benefits, only torture.

Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.

But say That death be not one stroke, as I supposed, Bereaving sense, but endless misery From this day onward, which I feel begun Both in me, and without me, and so last To perpetuity; ay me, that fear Comes thund'ring back with dreadful revolution On my defenceless head; both Death and I Am found eternal, and incorporate both, Nor I on my part single, in me all Paradise Lost Posterity stands cursed: fair patrimony That I must leave ye, sons; O were I able To waste it all myself, and leave ye none!