Quotes
Quotes - Milton
In naked beauty more adorned More lovely than Pandora.
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
For spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.
Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?
All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear, All intellect, all sense, and as they please They limb themselves, and colour, shape, or size, Assume, as likes them best, condense or rare.
Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
To satisfy the sharp desire I had Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd Not to defer; hunger and thirst at once Powerful persuaders, quicken'd at the scent Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen.
Anon, out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
Nor did there want Cornice or frieze with bossy sculpture graven.
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.
And God made two great lights, great for their use To man, the greater to have rule by day, The less by night, altern.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!
O dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse, Without all hope of day.
These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, not bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a goode booke, kills reason it selfe.
'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity; She that has that is clad in complete steel, And, like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen, May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths, Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds; Where, through the sacred rays of chastity, No savage fierce, bandite, or mountaineer, Will dare to soil her virgin purity.
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lacky her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt.
Rather than be less Car'd not to be at all.
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell, . . . . And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain?
The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.
Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought The better fight.
This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring, For so the holy sages once did sing, That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.
Ring out ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
