Is it true, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer the most? That the strongest wander furthest and most hopelessly are lost? That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain? That the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the strain?
John MiltonShould God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
John MiltonGod sure esteems the growth and completing of one virtuous person, more that the restraint of ten vicious.
John MiltonBut peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.
John Milton