The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.
John MiltonThen wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.
John MiltonLet her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?
John MiltonSuch as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
John Milton