Then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far. — John Milton Copy Share Image
One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, But must be current, and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And some are fall'n, to disobedience fall'n, And so from Heav'n to deepest Hell; O fall From what high state of bliss… — John Milton Copy Share Image
These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades? — John Milton Copy Share Image
“ Let us not then suspect our happie State Left so imperfet by the Maker wise, As not secure to single or combin'd.… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“But his doom 54: Reserv’d him to more wrath; for now the thought 55: Both of lost happiness and lasting pain 56:… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Son of Heav'n and Earth, Attend: that thou art happy, owe to God; That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, That is,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“What think'st thou then of mee, and this my State, Seem I to thee sufficiently possest Of happiness, or not? who am… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Sense of pleasure we may well Spare out of life perhaps, and not repine, But live content, which is the calmest life;… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“The happy place Imparts to thee no happiness, no joy -- Rather inflames thy torment, representing Lost bliss, to thee no more… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Confounded, though immortal. But his doom, reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought both of lost happiness and lasting pain… — 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
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
“Not so on Man; him through their malice fall'n, Father of Mercy and Grace, thou didst not doom So strictly, but much… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Now the thought Both of lost happiness and lasting pain Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes That witnessed huge affliction… — 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
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
