The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

‘Paradise Lost’ (1667) bk. 2, l. 44
My sentence is for open war: of wiles
More unexpert, I boast not.
‘Paradise Lost’ (1667) bk. 2, l. 51
Belial, in act more graceful and humane;
A fairer person lost not heaven; he seemed
For dignity composed and high exploit:
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason.
‘Paradise Lost’ (1667) bk. 2, l. 109
For who would lose,
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallowed up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night,
Devoid of sense and motion?
‘Paradise Lost’ (1667) bk. 2, l. 146
There to converse with everlasting groans,
Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved,
Ages of hopeless end.
‘Paradise Lost’ (1667) bk. 2, l. 184
Thus Belial with words clothed in reason’s garb
Counselled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth,
Not peace.
‘Paradise Lost’ (1667) bk. 2, l. l. 226
Our torments also may in length of time
Become our elements.
‘Paradise Lost’ (1667) bk. 2, l. l. 274
With grave
Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed
A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat and public care;
And princely counsel in his face yet shone,
Majestic though in ruin.
‘Paradise Lost’ (1667) bk. 2, l. 300
To sit in darkness here
Hatching vain empires.
‘Paradise Lost’ (1667) bk. 2, l. 377
Who shall tempt with wandering feet