Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.
John MiltonThey are the troublers, they are the dividers of unity, who neglect and don't permit others to unite those dissevered pieces which are yet wanting to the body of Truth.
John MiltonSo scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.
John MiltonThe liberty of conscience, which above all other things ought to be to all men dearest and most precious.
John MiltonImmortal amarant, a flower which once In paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er elysian flowers her amber stream: With these that never fade the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks.
John Milton