A grateful mind by owing owes not, but still pays, at once indebted and discharged; what burden then? - John Milton

O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted,
Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.

And storied windows richly dight,
Casting a dim religious light.
There let the pealing organ blow,
To the full-voiced choir below,
In service high, and anthems clear
As may, with sweetness, through mine ear
Dissolve me into ecstasies,
And bring all heaven before mine eyes.