Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.
Areopagitica.
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
Apology for Smectymmius.
He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem.