It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit, Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit;… — John Milton Copy Share Image
For the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry To weigh… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Not to know at large of things remote From use, obscure and subtle, but to know That which before us lies in… — 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
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
“ Henceforth I flie not Death, nor would prolong Life much, bent rather how I may be quit Fairest and easiest of this… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Daughter to that good Earl, once President Of England's Council, and her Treasury, Who lived in both, unstained with gold or fee,… — 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
