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
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — 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
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
What reinforcement we may gain from hope; If not, what resolution from despair. — John Milton Copy Share Image
A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad. — 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
Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane. — 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
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
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
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
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
“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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not enthralled. — 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
So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger, comes dancing from the east. — 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
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
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
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
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
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
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. — John Milton Copy Share
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton Copy Share
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
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
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
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
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
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained? — John Milton Copy Share
This is servitude, To serve th'unwise, or him who hath rebelled Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee, Thyself not free, but to… — John Milton Copy Share
Let us seek Death, or he not found, supply With our own hands his office on ourselves; Why stand we longer shivering under fears,… — John Milton Copy Share
They are the troublers, they are the dividers of unity, who neglect and don't permit others to unite those dissevered pieces which are yet… — John Milton Copy Share
