"Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of Eev'n or Morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summer's Rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine."

"And in the lowest deep a lower deep still threatening to devour me opens wide, to which the hell I suffer seems a heaven."

"For God, when he gave the command to multiply, did not mean that it should be a perpetual or a forced generation, but a free and voluntary one."

"He who hath light within his own clear breast May sit i'th' center, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeo…"

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