What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command to come and play before thee?
John MiltonFame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. That last infirmity of noble mind. To scorn delights, and live laborious days.
John MiltonBehold now this vast city [London]; a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.
John Milton