A. E. Housman quotes (3):

In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.

Who made the world I cannot tell 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.

And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man.