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
Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane. — John Milton Copy Share Image
There is no Christian duty that is not to be seasoned and set off with cheerishness, which in a thousand outward and… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Hail, holy light! offspring of heaven firstborn! Or of th' eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light… — 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
Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind. — 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
So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gathered, not harshly plucked,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and… — John Milton Copy Share Image
This manner of writing wherein knowing myself inferior to myself? I have the use, as I may account it, but of my… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not enthralled. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease. — John Milton Copy Share Image
What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may… — John Milton Copy Share Image
He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not inthralled; Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm… — John Milton Copy Share Image
If weakness may excuse, What murderer, what traitor, parricide, Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it? All wickedness is weakness; that plea, therefore,… — 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
Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted… — John Milton Copy Share Image
But that from us aught should ascend to Heav'n So prevalent as to concern the mind Of God, high-bless'd, or to incline… — 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
