There it was that I found and visited the famous Galileo, grown old, a prisoner to the Inquisition for thinking in astronomy otherwise than the Franciscan and Dominican licensers thought.
— Areopagitica
Milton
Still govern thou my song, / Urania
Contemplate, in the garden, the serpent. Become, in thought, the serpent.
That sing, and singing in their glory move
And fast by hanging in a golden Chain / This pendant world
Penseroso
Nibling
Russet Lawns, and Fallows Gray,
Where the nibling flocks do stray
In his garden, Marvell reads “Samson Agonistes”
Penseroso Maybelline
Ascending, she remembers: “And long it was not after,
when I was confirmed in this opinion that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem.”
Then the light comes on.
