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
None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance, add love, By name to come call'd charity, the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
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
Grace was in all her steps, Heav'n in her Eye, In every gesture dignity and love — John Milton Copy Share Image
“And what is faith, love, virtue unassay'd alone, without exterior help sustained?” — John Milton Copy Share Image
Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which… — 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
On the Morning of Christ's Nativity Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, was all that did their silly thoughts so busy… — 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
Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command! — 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
