Book i. Line 62.
Yet from those flames
No light; but only darkness visible.
Book i. Line 65.
Where peace
And rest can never dwell: hope never comes,
That comes to all.
Book i. Line 105.
What though the field be lost?
All is not lost.
Book i. Line 254.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
Book i. Line 261.
Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.