Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.
John MiltonHow soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
John MiltonWho can in reason then or right assume monarchy over such as live by right his equals, if in power or splendor less, in freedom equal?
John Milton