There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.
John MiltonFrom haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
John MiltonNow conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.
John Milton