HELL.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Inferno, Canto III. DANTE.
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 threatening to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.
Long is the way
And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON.
Nor from hell
One step no more than from himself can fly
By change of place.
Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.
When all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Faustus. C. MARLOWE.