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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.

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Such joy ambition finds.

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Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.

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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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That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.

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Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest.

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

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A heaven on earth.

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Flowers worthy of paradise.

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Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.[232-1]

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Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower.

_Paradise Lost.