John Milton Quotes

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Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...

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Dalila: In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause. Samson: For want of words, no doubt, or lack of breath!

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So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape.

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So absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.

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No light, but rather darkness visible
Served only to discover sights of woe.

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Where there is much desire to learn, here of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, many opinions; for opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.

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Calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire,
And airy tongues, that syllable men's names
On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.

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For now I see
Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.

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The serpent subtlest beast of all the field.

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But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

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He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.

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Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.

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I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but straight conduct ye to a hillside, where I will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble education; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect and melodious sounds on every side that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.

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Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.

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Witness this new-made world, another Heav'n
From Heaven Gate not farr, founded in view
On the clear Hyaline, the Glassie Sea;
Of amplitude almost immense, with Starr's
Numerous, and every Starr perhaps a world
Of destined habitation.

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Fame, if not double-faced, is double-mouthed, And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds; On both his wings, one black, the other white, Bears greatest names in his wild airy flight.

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Unless th'Almighty Maker them ordain
His dark materials to create more worlds.

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Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.

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Our state cannot be sever'd; we are one,
One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

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The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil; Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.

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Attic tragedies of stateliest and most regal argument.

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Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end;
Not wedlock-treachery.

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Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offense returning, to regain Love once possess'd.

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But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with thee
Came not all hell broke loose?

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License they mean when they cry, Liberty!
For who loves that must first be wise and good.

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Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.

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Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way has ploughed.

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O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warbl'st at eve, when all the woods are still.

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Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.

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While the cock with lively din
Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack, or the barn door,
Stoutly struts his dames before,
Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the slumb'ring morn.

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