[Rhyme is] but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame Meter; ... Not without cause therefore some both Italian and Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rhyme, ... as have also long since our best English tragedies, as... trivial and of no true musical delight; which [truly] consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another, not in the jingling sound of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned ancients both in poetry and all good oratory.
John MiltonThe earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.
John MiltonThe mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.
John Milton