Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.

Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.

Evil on itself shall back recoil.

Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.

The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew.

O fairest of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflow'red, and now to death devote? Paradise Lost

Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.