Book ii

. Line 139._

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?

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 146._

His red right hand.[227-1]

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 174._

Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 185._

The never-ending flight Of future days.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 221._

Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements.

_Paradise Lost.