Quotes on Paradise Lost Book 2

Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss

For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God in him: / His fair large front and eye sublime declared / Absolute rule.

Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.

What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.

Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.

And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.

The never-ending flight Of future days.

The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

Me miserable! Which way shall I fly_x000D_ Infinite wrath and infinite despair?_x000D_ Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;_x000D_ And in the lowest deep a lower deep,_x000D_ Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide,_x000D_ To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

With thee conversing I forget all time.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.

Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.

God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.

Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be a sin to know? Can it be death?

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.