Late Night Poetry

I'm not very sympathetic to Milton. Satan says many things that appeal to a modern sensibility, but Milton put them in his mouth to tell us just how bad the sentiments were. But this is a great passage regardless:

Thus repulsed, our final hope
Is flat despair: we must exasperate
The Almighty Victor to spend all his rage,
And that must end us; that must be our cure,
To be no more: sad cure! for who would lose,
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night