Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.

— John Milton

Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing.

— John Milton

And out of good still to find means of evil.

— John Milton

To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.

— John Milton

As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.

— John Milton

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.

— John Milton

In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.

— John Milton

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

— John Milton

For Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both; so soft And uncompounded is their essence pure, Not tied or manacled with…

— John Milton

Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all.

— John Milton

Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The…

— John Milton

Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.

— John Milton

Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.

— John Milton

The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.

— John Milton

Here we may reign secure; and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell than serve…

— John Milton