John Milton

"Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam."

"Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain."

"And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In service high, and anthems clear As may, with sweetness, through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes."

"Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie."

"He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem."

"The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground."

"Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race: Call on the lazy leaden-stepping Hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummets pace; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross."

"I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words."

"Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heavens joy,"

"O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblst at eve, when all the woods are still."

"For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrower, among good authors is accounted Plagiarè."

"His words ... like so many nimble and airy servitors trip about him at command."