And Oft, Though Wisdom Wake, Suspicion Sleeps At Wisdom's Gate, And To Simplicity Resigns Her Charge, While Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill Seems.

Vain wisdom all and false philosophy.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 565...
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 163...
Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii, Line 99...
To know That which before us lies in daily life Is the prime wisdom.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 192...
And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 491...
Since call'd The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii, Line 495...
Abash'd the devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 846...
Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 275...
Hail holy light! offspring of heav'n first-born.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii, Line 1...