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...
Cowper's Milton [the poetical works, with life, notes and tr. by W. Cowper ... - Seite 170
von John Milton - 1810