“And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains,—alas! too few.”

—  William Wordsworth

Scorn not the Sonnet.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

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