More quotes by John Milton, The Complete Poetry

"What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,The labor of an age in pilèd stones,Or that his hallowed relics should be hidUnder a star-y-pointing pyramid?Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?"
"Where the bright seraphim in burning rowTheir loud uplifted angel trumpets blow."
"And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,That kings for such a tomb would wish to die."