For Who Would Lose, Though Full Of Pain This Intellectual Being, Those Thoughts That Wander Through Eternity, To Perish Rather, Swallow'd Up And Lost In The Wide Womb Of Uncreated Night?

Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 910...
Rather than be less, Car'd not to be at all.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 47...
When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 500...
Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 96...
Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 62...
Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 432...
Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii, Line 37...
Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii, Line 99...
To compare Great things with small.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 921...