He who freely magnifies what hath been nobly done, and fears not to declares as freely what might be done better, gives… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Alas! What boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted Shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless muse; Were it… — John Milton Copy Share Image
No worthy enterprise can be done by us without continual plodding and wearisomeness to our faint and sensitive abilities. — John Milton Copy Share Image
There is no Christian duty that is not to be seasoned and set off with cheerishness, which in a thousand outward and… — 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
Servant of God, well done! well hast thou fought The better fight, who single hast maintain'd Against revolted multitudes the cause of… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done. — John Milton Copy Share Image
He alone is worthy of the appellation who either does great things, or teaches how they may be done, or describes them… — 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
