To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers? — John Milton Copy Share Image
For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrowers, among good authors is accounted Plagiarè. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Yet he who reigns within himself, and rules Passions, desires, and fears, is more a king.” — John Milton Copy Share Image
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“All is best, though we oft doubt, what the unsearchable dispose, of highest wisdom brings about.” — John Milton Copy Share Image
He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay. — 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
“And chiefly thou, O spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st. Thou… — 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
