Paradise Lost

The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n

The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.

Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.

What reinforcement we may gain from hope,

If not, what resolution from despair."

Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven

All is not lost—the unconquerable will,

And study of revenge, immortal hate,

And courage never to submit or yield:

And what is else not to be overcome?

That glory never shall his wrath or might

Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace

With suppliant knee, and deify his power

Who, from the terror of this arm, so late

One next himself in power, and next in crime,

Long after known in Palestine, and named

Beelzebub. To whom th' Arch-Enemy,

With floods and whirlwinds of tempestuous fire,

With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.

Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all, but torture