Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.
For so I created them free and free they must remain.
Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...
Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!
Solitude sometimes is best society.
This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.
Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
Thus it shall befall Him, who to worth in women over-trusting, Lets her will rule: restraint she will not brook; And left to herself, if evil thence ensue She first his weak indulgence will accuse.
The palpable obscure.
Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.
Better to rule in Hell than to serve in Heaven.
Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.
Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.
In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm And pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
The brazen throat of war had ceased to roar, All now was turned to jollity and game, To luxury and riot, feast and dance.
At last he rose, and twitched his Mantle blue Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new.
Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.
The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.
Lives there who loves his pain!
Better had I
Lived ignorant of future!
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good.
God is thy law, thou mine to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge, and her praise.
To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequer'd shade.
Far off his coming shone.
His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.
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