Quotes
Quotes - Milton
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
And the gilded car of day, His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream.
The swan, with arched neck Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows Her state with oary feet.
Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Maeander.
For I no sooner in my heart divin'd My heart, which by a secret harmony Still moves with thine, joined in connection sweet.
If all the world Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse, Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze, Th' All-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd.
Impostor; do not charge most innocent Nature, As if she would her children should be riotous With her abundance; she, good cateress, Means her provision only to the good, That live according to her sober laws, And holy dictate of spare temperance.
Well observe The rule of Not too much, by temperance taught In what thou eat'st and drink'st.
O madness to think use of strongest wines And strongest drinks our chief support of health, When God with these forbidden made choice to rear His mighty champion, strong above compare, Whose drink was only from the liquid brook.
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.
Hast thou betrayed my credulous innocence With vizor'd falsehood and base forgery?
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.
Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight.
From that high mount of God whence light and shade Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed To grateful twilight.
Unbelief is blind.
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.
Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimaeras dire.
O visions ill foreseen! Better had I Liv'd ignorant of future, so had borne My part of evil only.
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
If weakness may excuse, What murderer, what traitor, parricide, Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it? All wickedness is weakness; that plea, therefore, With God or man will gain thee no remission.
Let none admire That riches grow in hell; that soil may best Deserve the precious bane.
Man hath his daily work of body or mind Appointed.
