Which way I flie is Hell; my self am Hell;
and in the lowest deep a lower deep
still threatning to devour me opens wide,
to which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n.
O then at last relent: is there no place
left for Repentance, none for Pardon left?
None left but by submission; and that word
disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame
among the Spirits beneath, whom I seduc'd
with other promises and other vaunts
then to submit, boasting I could subdue
Th' Omnipotent.
Satán en Paradise Lost de Milton.