“He that has light within his own clear breast,
May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts,
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun;
Himself is his own dungeon.”

— John Milton , Comus

Source: Comus (1634), Lines 381-385

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English epic poet 1608–1674

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