Highlights in the text
(380-385)”… For whence/ But from the author of all ill, could spring/ So deep a malice to confound the race/ Of mankind in one root, and earth with hell/ To mingle and involve, done all to spite/ The great Creator?”
(843-4) Satan to Death: “…there ye shall be fed, and fill’d/ Immeasurably; all things shall be your prey.”
(1051 – 1055) “And fast by, hanging in a golden chain/ the pendant world, in bigness as a star/ Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon./ Thither full fraught with mischievous revenge/ Accursed and in a cursed hour, he hies.”