It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.

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!

Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.

The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.

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.

Freely we serve, because freely we love.