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Quotes - Milton


Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance, Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd Into some bruitish form of wolf or bear, Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat, All other parts remaining as they were; And they, so perfect in their misery, Not once perceive their foul disfigurement.

John Milton

. . . And when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

John Milton

Direct The clasping ivy where to climb.

John Milton

Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.

John Milton

Joking decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can.

John Milton

When thou attended gloriously from heaven, Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send Thy summoning archangels to proclaim Thy dread tribunal.

John Milton

To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise.

John Milton

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

John Milton

Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.

John Milton

With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.

John Milton

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

John Milton

But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight; Casting a dim religious light.

John Milton

Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.

John Milton

There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

John Milton

Hail, holy light! offspring of heaven firstborn! Or of th' eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate!

John Milton

But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with theeCame not all hell broke loose? Is pain to themLess pain, less to be fled, or thou than theyLess hardy to endure? Courageous chief,The first in flight from pain, hadst thou allegedTo thy deserted host this cause of flight,Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive. - Paradise Lost.

John Milton

Here at lastWe shall be free;the Almighty hath not builtHere for his envy, will not drive us hence:Here we may reign secure, and in my choiceTo reign is worth ambition though in Hell:Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven. - Paradise Lost.

John Milton

When the waves are round me breaking,As I pace the deck alone,And my eye in vain is seekingSome green leaf to rest upon;What would not I give to wanderWhere my old companions dwell?Absence makes the heart grow fonder,Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! - Paradise Lost.

John Milton

Accuse not nature, she hath done her part;Do thou but thine, and be not diffidentOf wisdom, she deserts thee not, if thouDismiss not her, when most thou needest her nigh,By attributing overmuch to thingsLess excellent, as thou thyself perceivest. - Paradise Lost.

John Milton

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named, not good.

John Milton

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

John Milton

Luck is the residue of design.

John Milton

Mammon led them on-- Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven: for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.

John Milton

If we think we regulate printing, thereby to rectify manners, we must regulate all regulations and pastimes, all that is delightful to man.

John Milton

Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that doth inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing, Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

John Milton

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