“The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely… — John Milton Copy Share Image
So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In her functions weary of herself. — John Milton Copy Share Image
He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity; — John Milton Copy Share Image
How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? — John Milton Copy Share Image
There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot. — John Milton Copy Share Image
But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Though all winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so truth be in the field, we do injuriously… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For… — John Milton Copy Share Image
In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature… — John Milton Copy Share Image
If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell… — John Milton Copy Share Image
O why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heav'n With Spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Impostor; do not charge most innocent Nature, As if she would her children should be riotous With her abundance; she, good cateress,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“...for neither do the spirits damned Lose all their virtue, lest bad men should boast Their specious deeds on earth which glory… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Into this wild Abyss/ The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave--/ Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,/ But… — John Milton Copy Share Image
She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like… — John Milton Copy Share Image
O shame to men! Devil with devil damned Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational, though under hope Of heavenly… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that… — John Milton Copy Share Image
If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“nto this wilde Abyss the warie fiend Stood on the brink of Hell and look'd a while, Pondering his Voyage; for no… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship. — John Milton Copy Share Image
What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, Where most may wonder at the workmanship;… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“ALL WHO HAVE THEIR REWARD ON EARTH, THE FRUITS OF PAINFUL SUPERSTITION AND BLIND ZEAL, NOUGHT SEEKING BUT THE PRAISE OF MEN,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Promiscuous reading is necessary to the constituting of human nature. The attempt to keep out evil doctrine by licensing is like the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Capricious, wanton, bold, and brutal Lust Is meanly selfish; when resisted, cruel; And, like the blast of Pestilential Winds, Taints the sweet… — 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
