Paradise Lost: Quotes from Book IV

And on the Tree of Life,
The middle tree and highest there that grew,
Sat like a cormorant.
Line 194.


The hell within him.
Line 20.


Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber’d,—wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
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A grateful mind
By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
Indebted and discharg’d.
Line 55.


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.
Line 73.


So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost.
Evil, be thou my good.
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