Quotes
Quotes - Milton
If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.
O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
That in such righteousness To them by faith imputed they may find Justification towards God, and peace Of conscience.
Yet I argue not Again Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of right or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he.
Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire.
Under the sooty flag of Acheron, Harpies and Hydras.
The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.
Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow But firm battalion.
These evils I deserve, and more . . . . Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.
So glistered the dire Snake, and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all our woe.
Some cursed fraud Of enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown, And me with thee hath ruined.
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope.
He's gone, and who knows how may he report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
A grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharg'd.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?
These false pretexts and varnished colours failing, Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear.
For never can true reconcilement grow, Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.
Where more is meant than meets the ear.
I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.
So saying, with despatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone, By his permissive will, through heav'n and earth.
