Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.
John MiltonAll hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear.
John MiltonNor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.
John Milton