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• Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible lock
  methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam....
• If you cannot stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.
• What though the field be lost? All is not lost; th' unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 105...
• I fled, and cry'd out, DEATH! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 787...
• If she can't take the heat, get her out of the oven!
• Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 1022...
• Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk.
  And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse Contemplation She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd....
• Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Areopagitica
• Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Areopagitica...