"Farewell happy fields
Where Joy for ever dwells: hail horrors, hail
Infernal world" (1.249-51).
"a Goddess armed
Out of thy head I sprung! Amazement seized
All the' Host of Heav'n. Back they recoiled afraid
At first and called me Sin, and for a sign
Portentous held me" (2.757-61).
"Apostate, still thou err'st, nor end wilt find
Of erring, from the path of truth remote!" (6.172-3)