John Milton Quotes

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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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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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Where eldest Night And chaos, ancestors of nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars.

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Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.

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