John Milton Quotes - Page 7

• John Milton / Poet

Let no man seek Henceforth to be foretold that shall befall Him or his children.

• John Milton / Poet

For to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.

• John Milton / Poet

Therefore, if at great things thou wouldst arrive, Get riches first, get wealth.

• John Milton / Poet

The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.

• John Milton / Poet

The Tree of Knowledge grew fast by, Knowledge of Good bought dear by knowing ill.

• John Milton / Poet

And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?

• John Milton / Poet

Heaven Is as the Book of God before thee set, Wherein to read His wondrous works.

• John Milton / Poet

By night the Glass Of Galileo ... observes Imagin'd Land and Regions in the Moon.

• John Milton / Poet

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.

• John Milton / Poet

Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease.

• John Milton / Poet

Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?

• John Milton / Poet

He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?

• John Milton / Poet

So on this windy sea of land, the Fiend Walked up and down alone bent on his prey.

• John Milton / Poet

And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.

• John Milton / Poet

The great creator from his work returned Magnificent, his six days' work, a world.

• John Milton / Poet

Nor think thou with wind Of æry threats to awe whom yet with deeds Thou canst not.

• John Milton / Poet

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.

• John Milton / Poet

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.

• John Milton / Poet

And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse

• John Milton / Poet

The virtuous mind that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion, Conscience.

• John Milton / Poet

His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.

• John Milton / Poet

The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew.

• John Milton / Poet

And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.

• John Milton / Poet

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

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Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.

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The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.

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The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

• John Milton / Poet

Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.

• John Milton / Poet

Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.

• John Milton / Poet

I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.

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But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!

• John Milton / Poet

I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.

• John Milton / Poet

Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

• John Milton / Poet

A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.

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As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.

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The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.

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None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.

• John Milton / Poet

The timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight inclines Our eyelids.

• John Milton / Poet

None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but licence.

• John Milton / Poet

The teachers of our law, and to propose What might improve my knowledge or their own.

• John Milton / Poet

If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.

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But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

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Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not enthralled.

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O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.

• John Milton / Poet

And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

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Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.

• John Milton / Poet

Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.

• John Milton / Poet

He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

• John Milton / Poet

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.

• John Milton / Poet

One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.