Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Knowledge cannot defile, nor consequently the books, if the will and conscience be not defiled. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won. — John Milton Copy Share Image
O Conscience, into what abyss of fears And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which I find no way, from deep… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The virtuous mind that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion, Conscience. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Yet much remains To conquer still; peace hath her victories No less renowned then war, new foes arise Threatening to bind our… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And I will place within them as a guide My umpire conscience, whom if they will hear Light after light well used… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The liberty of conscience, which above all other things ought to be to all men dearest and most precious. — 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 Image
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained? — John Milton Copy Share Image
