These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.
John MiltonIf it come to prohibiting, there is aught more likely to be prohibited than truth itself.
John MiltonChaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.
John MiltonThey, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
John Milton