John Milton Quotes

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This horror will grow mild, this darkness light; Besides what hope the never-ending flight Of future days may bring, what chance, what change Worth waiting--since our present lot appears For happy though but ill, for ill not worst, If we procure not to ourselves more woe.

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Retiring from the popular noise, I seek
This unfrequented place to find some ease.

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I see thou art implacable, more deaf
To pray'rs than winds and seas. Yet winds to seas
Are reconcil'd at length, and sea to shore:
Thy anger, unappeasable, still rages
Eternal tempest never to be calm'd.

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Well observe The rule of Not too much, by temperance taught In what thou eat'st and drink'st.

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The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.

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And some are fall'n, to disobedience fall'n, And so from Heav'n to deepest Hell; O fall From what high state of bliss into what woe!

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In the Beginning, how the Heav'ns and Earth Rose out of Chaos.

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Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth
With such a full and unwithdrawing hand,
Covering the earth with odours, fruits, flocks,
Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable,
But all to please and sate the curious taste?

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Fever, the eternal reproach to the physicians.

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I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.

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Necessity and chance Approach not me, and what I will is fate.

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Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat.

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For Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both; so soft And uncompounded is their essence pure, Not tied or manacled with joint or limb, Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones, Like cumbrous flesh; but in what shape they choose Dilated or condensed, bright or obscure, Can execute their airy purposes, And works of love or enmity fulfil.

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Extol not riches then, the toil of fools,
The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare, more apt
To slacken virtue, and abate her edge,
Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise.

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When the new light which we beg for shines in upon us, there be [those] who envy and oppose, if it come not first in at their casements.

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Nor did there want Cornice or frieze with bossy sculpture graven.

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Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

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May hope, when everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle Chance, and Chaosjudge the strife.

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The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.

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Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.

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So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.

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Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Call us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom, extracting liquid sweet.

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To overcome in battle, and subdue Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest pitch Of human glory.

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And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.

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O Conscience, into what abyss of fears
And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which
I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged.

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For books are as meats and viands are; some of good, some of evil sub-stance.

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Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict.

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Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope.

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Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.

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We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.

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