Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
John MiltonThick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
John MiltonO welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
John MiltonBut who is this, what thing of sea or land,- Female of sex it seems,- That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger?
John Milton