The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.
John MiltonBut God himself is truth; in propagating which, as men display a greater integrity and zeal, they approach nearer to the similitude of God, and possess a greater portion of his love.
John MiltonHow soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
John MiltonBut say That death be not one stroke, as I supposed, Bereaving sense, but endless misery From this day onward, which I feel begun Both in me, and without me, and so last To perpetuity; ay me, that fear Comes thund'ring back with dreadful revolution On my defenceless head; both Death and I Am found eternal, and incorporate both, Nor I on my part single, in me all Paradise Lost Posterity stands cursed: fair patrimony That I must leave ye, sons; O were I able To waste it all myself, and leave ye none!
John Milton