"What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and courage never to submit or yield: and what is else not to be overcome?"

"And in the lowest deep a lower deep still threatening to devour me opens wide, to which the hell I suffer seems a heaven."

"The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread."

"Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil."

"His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power."