The Prose Works of John Milton, Volume II, Book III. http://oll.libertyfund.org/Texts/Milton0174/ProseWorks/HTMLs/0233-02_Pt08b_LongParliament.html (1847)

“Methought I saw my late espousèd saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave.”

John Milton

On His Deceased Wife (c. 1658)

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

John Milton

Ode on the Death of a fair Infant, dying of a Cough, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Attic tragedies of stateliest and most regal argument.”

John Milton

Tractate of Education (1644)

“Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreprovèd pleasures free.”

John Milton

Source: L'Allegro (1631), Line 38

“And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mask, and antique pageantry,
Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Jonson's learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild,
And ever, against eating cares,
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse
Such as the meeting soul may pierce,
In notes with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out.”

John Milton

Source: L'Allegro (1631), Line 127; comparable to: "Wisdom married to immortal verse", William Wordsworth, The Excursion, book vii

“Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.”

John Milton

The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce Preface: "TO THE PARLAMENT OF ENGLAND" https://www.dartmouth.edu/~milton/reading_room/ddd/parliament/text.shtml (1643)

“Of which all Europe rings from side to side.”

John Milton

To Cyriack Skinner, upon His Blindness (c. 1655)

“Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,
Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize,
If ever deed of honour did thee please,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms.”

John Milton

Sonnet VIII: When the Assault was Intended to the City

“I walk unseen
On the dry smooth-shaven green,
To behold the wandering moon,
Riding near her highest noon,
Like one that had been led astray
Through the heav'n's wide pathless way,
And oft, as if her head she bowed,
Stooping through a fleecy cloud.”

John Milton

Source: Il Penseroso (1631), Line 65

“The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.
Apollo from his shrine
Can no more divine,
With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
No nightly trance or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.”

John Milton On the Morning of Christ's Nativity

Hymn, stanza 19, line 173
On the Morning of Christ's Nativity (1629)