A good book is the precious life-blood of the master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose for a life beyond — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Many a man lives a burden to the Earth, but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, imbalmed… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a good book, kills reason its self. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“For books are not absolutely dead things, but ...do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.” — John Milton Copy Share Image
And yet on the other hand unless warinesse be us'd, as good almost kill a Man as kill a good Book; who… — 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
