The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.
John MiltonThen wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.
John MiltonThe oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
John Milton