It is not miserable to be blind; it is miserable to be incapable of enduring blindness. – John Milton
This is the month, and this the happy morn, wherein the Son of heavens eternal King, of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born, our great redemption from above did bring. – John Milton
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller. – John Milton
When the waves are round me breaking,
As I pace the deck alone,
And my eye in vain is seeking
Some green leaf to rest upon;
What would not I give to wander
Where my old companions dwell?
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! – John Milton