“The goal of all learning is to repair the ruin of our first parents.” — John Milton Copy Share Image
The very essence of truth is plainness and brightness; the darkness and crookedness is our own. The wisdom of God created understanding,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Truth and understanding are not such wares as to be monopolized and traded in by tickets and statutes and standards. We must… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright, and out… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Where there is much desire to learn, there of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, for opinion in good men is… — John Milton Copy Share Image
If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him. — John Milton Copy Share Image
The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright, and out… — 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
