Quotes
Quotes - Milton
And in requital ope his leathern scrip, And show me simples of a thousand names, Telling their strange and vigorous faculties.
Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!
By merit raised To that bad eminence.
Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreprov'd pleasures free.
Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.
The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasures.
But O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.
Thou, in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a life-long monument.
So spake the Fiend, and with necessity, The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deed.
He's gone, and who knows how may he report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song.
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love.
The palpable obscure.
The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the Arsenal, and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
The pansy freaked with jet.
A limbo large and broad, since call'd The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.
So on he fares, and to the border comes, Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champain head Of a steep wilderness.
Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgment to do aught, which else fee will Would not admit.
Or arm th' obdured breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel.
They also serve who only stand and wait.
Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.
