John Milton - Hell Quotes

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To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.

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The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.

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Be frustrate, all ye stratagems of Hell,
And devilish machinations come to nought.

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And now without redemption all mankind Must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell By doom severe.

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And some are fall'n, to disobedience fall'n, And so from Heav'n to deepest Hell; O fall From what high state of bliss into what woe!

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Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell,.... And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain?

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I fled, and cry'd out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.

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Nor from hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place.

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The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either,--black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand.

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Meanwhile the Adversary of God and man, Satan with thoughts inflamed of highest design, Puts on swift wings, and towards the gates of hell Explores his solitary flight.

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Long is the way
And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

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But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with thee
Came not all hell broke loose?

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Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers; nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell.

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Black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart.

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Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.

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A mind not to be chang'd by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.

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

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Storied of old in high immortal verse
Of dire chimeras and enchanted isles,
And rifted rocks whose entrance leads to hell.

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Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds:
At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.

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Into this wild Abyss/ The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave—/ Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,/ But all these in their pregnant causes mixed/ Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,/ Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain/ His dark materials to create more worlds,—/ Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend/ Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while,/ Pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith/ He had to cross.

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But, O sad Virgin, that thy power
Might raise Musaeus from his bower,
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing
Such notes as warbled to the string,
Drew Iron tears down Pluto's cheek,
And made Hell grant what Love did seek.

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