Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And… — John Milton Copy Share Image
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun , whose charmed cup Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, And downward fell… — John Milton Copy Share Image
So little knows Any, but God alone, but perverts best things To worst abuse, or to their meanest use. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Thou O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew. — John Milton Copy Share Image
No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free. — John Milton Copy Share Image
I must not quarrel with the will Of highest dispensation, which herein, Haply had ends above my reach to know. — John Milton Copy Share Image
For stories teach us, that liberty sought out of season, in a corrupt and degenerate age, brought Rome itself to a farther… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And what the people but a herd confus'd, A miscellaneous rabble, who extol Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise?… — John Milton Copy Share Image
He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame? — John Milton Copy Share Image
With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I… — John Milton Copy Share Image
That virtue therefore which is but a youngling in the contemplation of evil, and knows not the utmost that vice promises to… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them....I know they are as lively and as… — John Milton Copy Share Image
In the sweat of thy face thou shalt eat bread, Till thou return unto the ground; for thou Out of the ground… — 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
