“The mind is its own place, and in itself / Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.’3” — John Milton Copy Share Image
He all their ammunition And feats of war defeats With plain heroic magnitude of mind And celestial vigour armed; — John Milton Copy Share Image
“The mind is a universe and can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.” — John Milton Copy Share Image
The virtuous mind that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion, Conscience. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind. — John Milton Copy Share Image
You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It's all in the mind. — John Milton Copy Share Image
The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. That last infirmity of noble mind. To scorn delights, and live laborious… — John Milton Copy Share Image
A mind not to be changed by place or time, the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“The mind is its own place, and in itself / Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. / What… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which… — John Milton Copy Share Image
. . . for beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive. Cease to admire, and all her plumes… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her… — John Milton Copy Share Image
(That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“So spake the Seraph Abdiel faithful found, Among the faithless, faithful only hee; Among innumerable false, unmov'd, Unshak'n, unseduc'd, unterrifi'd His Loyaltie… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“A grateful mind by owing owes not, but still pays, at once indebted and discharged; what burden then?” — John Milton Copy Share Image
A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd. — John Milton Copy Share Image
O impotence of mind, in body strong! But what is strength without a double share Of wisdom, vast, unwieldy, burdensome, Proudly secure,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
But that from us aught should ascend to Heav'n So prevalent as to concern the mind Of God, high-bless'd, or to incline… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a… — 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
