Grace was in all her steps, Heav'n in her Eye, In every gesture dignity and love — John Milton Copy Share Image
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained? — John Milton Copy Share Image
License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good. — John Milton Copy Share Image
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, 4 to… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“In loving thou dost well, in passion not, Wherein true love consists not: Love refines The thoughts, and heart enlarges; hath his… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd. — John Milton Copy Share Image
The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command! — John Milton Copy Share Image
On the Morning of Christ's Nativity Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, was all that did their silly thoughts so busy… — John Milton Copy Share Image
These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk… — John Milton Copy Share Image
So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair that ever since in love's embraces met -- Adam, the goodliest man of… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance, add love, By name to come call'd charity, the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“How can I live without thee, how forgoe Thy sweet Converse and Love so dearly joyn'd, To live again in these wilde… — John Milton Copy Share Image
This having learnt, thou hast attained the sum Of wisdom; hope no higher, though all the stars Thou knew'st by name, and… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Whose but his own? ingrate, he had of mee All he could have; I made him just and right, Sufficient to have… — John Milton Copy Share Image
What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the… — John Milton Copy Share
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. — John Milton Copy Share
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton Copy Share
Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear. — John Milton Copy Share
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… — John Milton Copy Share
The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that… — John Milton Copy Share
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And do they… — John Milton Copy Share
These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs… — John Milton Copy Share
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained? — John Milton Copy Share
This is servitude, To serve th'unwise, or him who hath rebelled Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee, Thyself not free, but to… — John Milton Copy Share
Let us seek Death, or he not found, supply With our own hands his office on ourselves; Why stand we longer shivering under fears,… — John Milton Copy Share
They are the troublers, they are the dividers of unity, who neglect and don't permit others to unite those dissevered pieces which are yet… — John Milton Copy Share
