Paradise lost book 1 Quotes

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

— John Milton

The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.

— 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

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

— John Milton

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

— John Milton

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

— John Milton

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

— John Milton

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

— John Milton

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

— John Milton

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.

— John Milton

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

— John Milton

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

— John Milton

And out of good still to find means of evil.

— John Milton

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

— John Milton

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

— John Milton

United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise.

— John Milton

Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.

— John Milton

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

— John Milton

Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the…

— John Milton

Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?

— John Milton

Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.

— John Milton

Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.

— John Milton

Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.

— John Milton

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.

— John Milton

He scarce had ceased when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore; his ponderous shield Ethereal temper, massy, large and round,…

— John Milton