Book iv. Line 108.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost:
Evil, be thou my good.

Book iv. Line 297.

For contemplation he, and valor, formed,
For softness she, and sweet attractive grace.

Book iv. Line 300.

His fair large front and eye sublime declared
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Bound from his parted forelock manly hung
Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.

Book iv. Line 506.

Imparadised in one another's arms.

Book iv, Line 598.

Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad.