HELL
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
| author = Herrick
| work = Noble Numbers. Hell.
Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet
thee at thy coming.
Isaiah. XIV. 9.
And, bid him go to hell, to hell he goes.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = London. L. 116.
Hell is paved with good intentions.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = (Quoted) Boswell's Life of
Johnson. (1775)
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Bernard)
Et metus ille foras praeceps Acheruntis agundus,
Funditus humanam qui vitam turbat ab imo,
Omnia suffuscans mortis nigrore, neque ullam
Esse voluptatem liquidam puramque relinquit.
The dreadful fear of hell is to be driven out,
which disturbs the life of man and renders it
miserable, overcasting all things with the
blackness of darkness, and leaving no pure, unalloyed pleasure.
Lucretius—De Berum Natura. III. 37.
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Look where he goes! but see he comes again
Because I stay! Techelles, let us march
And weary death with bearing souls to hell.
Marlowe—Tamburlane the Great. Act V.
Sc.IH. L. 75.
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,
As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those
HELL
No light, but rather darkness visible
Serv'd only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all; but torture without end.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. I. L. 61.
Hail, horrors, hail,
Infernal world! and thou profoundest hell,
Receive thy new possessor.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. I. L. 251.
Long is the way
And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. II. L. 432.
Hell
Grew darker at their frown.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. II. L. 719.
n On a sudden open fly
With impetuous recoil and jarring sound
Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate
Harsh thunder. »
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. II. L. 879.
Nor from hell
One step no more than from himself can fly
By change of place.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. IV. L. 21.
Myself am Hell;
And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep,
Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide;
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. IV. L. 75.
All hell broke loose.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. IV. L. 918.
The gates that now
Stood open wide, belching outrageous flame
Far into Chaos, since the fiend pass'd through.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. X. L. 232.
In inferno nulla est redemptio.
There is no redemption from hell.
Pope Paul III, when Michael Angelo refused
to alter a portrait introduced among the
condemned in his "Last Judgment."
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.
| author = Pope
| work = Moral Essays. Ep. IV. L. 149.
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| text = He knoweth not that the dead are there; and
that her guests are in the depths of hell.
Proverbs. IX. 18.
Do not be troubled by St. Bernard's saying
that "Hell is full of good intentions and wills."
Francis de Sales—Letter to Madame db
Chantal. (1605) Letter XII. P. 70. Selections from the Spiritual Letters of S. Francis de Sales. Trans, by the author of
"A Dominican Artist." Letter LXXT/ in
Blaise ed. Quoted also in Letter XXII,
Bk. II. of Leonard's ed. (1726) Collet's
LaVraieetSolidePiele. Pt. I. Ch.LXXV.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Baxter)
Black is the badge of hell,
The hue of dungeons and the suit of night.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 254.
I think the devil will not have me damned, lest
the oil that's in me should set hell on fire.
Merry Wives of Windsor. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 38.
Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.
Act I. Sc. 2. L. 214.
It has been more wittily than charitably said
that hell is paved with good intentions; they have
their place in heaven also.
Southet—Colloquies on Society.
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| text = <poem>St. Austin might have returned another answer
to him that asked him, "What God employed
himself about before the world was made?" "He
was making hell."
Self-love and the love of the world constitute
hell.
Swedenborg—Apocalypse Explained. Par.
1,144.
Nay, then, what flames are these that leap and
swell
As 'twere to show, where earth's foundations
crack,
The secrets of the sepulchres of hell
On Dante's track?
Swinburne—In Guernsey. Pt. IV. St. 3.
