Nor can his blessèd soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
The Spanish Friar, Act v. Sc. 2. J. DRYDEN.
Just are the ways of Heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man; Heaven doomed the Greeks to bleed.
Odyssey, Bk. VIII. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.
In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.
The Lord of the Isles, Canto I. SIR W. SCOTT.
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
To an Afflicted Protestant Lady. W. COWPER.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish—
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Sacred Songs: Come, ye Disconsolate. T. MOORE.
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.