John Milton

Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.

Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank
With ivy canopied and interwove
With flaunting honeysuckle.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank
With ivy canopied and interwove
With flaunting honeysuckle.

For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the
borrower, among good authors is read more

For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the
borrower, among good authors is accounted plagiary.

The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear
So charming left his voice, that he awhile
Thought him read more

The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear
So charming left his voice, that he awhile
Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.

Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names.

Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names.