But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Joking decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can. — John Milton Copy Share Image
His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will Would not admit. — 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
He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all. — John Milton Copy Share Image
So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he. — 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