Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674

"Thus with ten wounds / The river dragon tamed at length submits / To let his sojourners depart, and oft / Humbles his stubborn heart; but still, as ice / More hardened after thaw."

— Milton, John (1608-1674)

Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674

"[T]he law of faith, / Working through love, upon their hearts shall write, / To guide them in all truth."

— Milton, John (1608-1674)

Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674

"Spiritual laws by carnal power shall force / On every conscience; laws which none shall find / Left them inrolled, or what the Spirit within / Shall on the heart engrave."

— Milton, John (1608-1674)

Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674

"But know that in the soul / Are many lesser faculties, that serve / Reason as chief; among these Fancy next / Her office holds; of all external things / Which the five watchful senses represent, / She forms imaginations, aery shapes, / Which Reason, joining or disjoining, frames / All what...

— Milton, John (1608-1674)

Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674

"Oft in her absence mimick Fancy wakes / To imitate her; but, misjoining shapes, / Wild work produces oft, and most in dreams; / Ill matching words and deeds long past or late."

— Milton, John (1608-1674)

Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674

"[T]he soul / Reason receives, and reason is her being, / Discursive, or intuitive; discourse / Is oftest Yours, the latter most is ours, / Differing but in degree, of kind the same."

— Milton, John (1608-1674)

Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674

"Easier than air with air, if Spirits embrace / Total they mix."

— Milton, John (1608-1674)

Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674

"Mammon led them on-- / Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell / From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts / Were always downward bent."

— Milton, John (1608-1674)

Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674

"Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move / Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird / Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid / Tunes her nocturnal note."

— Milton, John (1608-1674)

Date: 1704

"Erect your schemes with as much method and skill as you please; yet, if the materials be nothing but dirt, spun out of your own entrails (the guts of modern brains), the edifice will conclude at last in a cobweb; the duration of which, like that of other spiders’ webs, may be imputed to their be...

— Swift, Jonathan (1667-1745)