And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — 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… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the center, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Tis chastity, my brother, chastity; She that has that is clad in complete steel, And, like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap. — John Milton Copy Share Image
We should be wary what persecution we raise against the living labors of public men, how we spill that seasoned life of… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship. — John Milton Copy Share Image
This horror will grow mild, this darkness light; Besides what hope the never-ending flight Of future days may bring, what chance, what… — 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
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten… — John Milton Copy Share Image
A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad. — John Milton Copy Share Image
The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Sense of pleasure we may well Spare out of life perhaps, and not repine, But live content, which is the calmest life;… — John Milton Copy Share Image
What reinforcement we may gain from hope; If not, what resolution from despair. — John Milton Copy Share Image
The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Here we may reign secure; and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger, comes dancing from the east. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Extol not riches then, the toil of fools, The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare, more apt To slacken virtue, and abate… — 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
