John Milton Quotes

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If all the world Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse, Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze, Th' All-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd.

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Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.

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I on the other side Us'd no ambition to commend my deeds; The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke loud the doer.

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Darkness now rose, as daylight sunk, and brought in low'ring Night her shadowy offspring.

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The hasty multitude Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise And some the architect: his hand was known In heaven by many a tower'd structure high, Where scepter'd angels held their residence, And sat as princes.

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Impostor; do not charge most innocent Nature, As if she would her children should be riotous With her abundance; she, good cateress, Means her provision only to the good, That live according to her sober laws, And holy dictate of spare temperance.

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This is servitude, To serve th'unwise, or him who hath rebelled Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee, Thyself not free, but to thyself enthralled.

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O why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heav'n With Spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine, Or find some other way to generate Mankind?

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I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
When straight a barbarous noise environs me
Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes and dogs.

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No worthy enterprise can be done by us without continual plodding and wearisomeness to our faint and sensitive abilities.

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Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.

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If by prayer
Incessant I could hope to change the will
Of him who all things can, I would not cease
To weary him with my assiduous cries;
But prayer against his absolute decree
No more avails than breath against the wind
Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth:
Therefore to his great bidding I submit.

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The timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight inclines Our eyelids.

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Heaven, the seat of bliss, Brooks not the works of violence and war.

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Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will Would not admit.

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Each Flour of slender stalk, whose head though gay Carnation, Purple, Azure, or specked with Gold hung drooping unsustained.

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Knowledge cannot defile, nor consequently the books, if the will and conscience be not defiled.

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A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars.

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The spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod.

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Yet much remains To conquer still; peace hath her victories No less renowned then war, new foes arise Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains: Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves whose gospel is their maw.

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The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.

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Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun, whose charmed cup Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a groveling swine?

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I hate when vice can bolt her arguments,
And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.

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So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.

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I fled, and cry'd out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.

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Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell,.... And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain?

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And to thy husband's will
Thine shall submit; he over thee shall rule.

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From that high mount of God whence light and shade Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed To grateful twilight.

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With thee goes
Thy husband, him to follow thou art bound;
Where he abides, think there thy native soil.

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Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.

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