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.