So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair that ever since in love's embraces met — Adam, the goodliest man of men since born his sons; the fair… - John Milton

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,
I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,
And with forced fingers rude
Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.

Him the Almighty Power
Hurled headlong naming from the ethereal sky,
With hideous ruin and combustion, down
To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell
In adamantine chains and penal fire,
Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare
The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower
Went to the ground.