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• With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,--all please alike.
  Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest bird...
• Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine
  But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
• Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 782...
• Attic tragedies of stateliest and most regal argument.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Tractate of Educatio...
• Litigious terms, fat contentions, and flowing fees.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Tractate of Educatio...
• Ornate rhetorick taught out of the rule of Plato...
  . To which poetry would be made subsequent, or indeed rather precedent, as being less suttle and fine, but more simple, sensuous, and passionate....
• Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 488...
• And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 727
• Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 910...