What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,- The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
John MiltonBehold now this vast city [London]; a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.
John MiltonLifted up so high I disdained subjection, and thought one step higher would set me highest.
John MiltonWhat better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the ground?
John Milton