John Milton,
Poems of Mr. John Milton, Both English and Latin…
(1645)
“ Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loynsShe hutch't th'all-worshipt ore, and precious gemsTo store her children with; if all the worldShould in a pet of temperance feed on Pulse,Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but Freize,Th'all-giver would be unthank't, would be unprais'd,Not half his riches known, and yet despis'd,And we should serve him as a grudging master,As a penurious niggard of his wealth,And live like Natures bastards, not her sons,Who would be quite surcharg'd with her own weight,And strangl'd with her waste fertility ”
