But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation. MiltonIl Penseroso. L. 51.
In discourse more sweet, (For Eloquence the Soul, Song charms the sense,) Others apart sat on a hill retird, In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate, Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute; And found no end, in wandring mazes lost. MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. II. L. 555.
When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, tis hard to draw them thence; So sweet is zealous contemplation. Richard III. Act III. Sc. 7. L. 92.