Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.
John MiltonSuffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.
John MiltonThe liberty of conscience, which above all other things ought to be to all men dearest and most precious.
John MiltonIris all hues, roses, and jessamine Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem: other creature here Beast, bird, insect, or worm durst enter none; Such was their awe of man.
John Milton