None But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a… — 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
A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's… — 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
When we speak of knowing God, it must be understood with reference to man's limited powers of comprehension. God, as He really… — John Milton Copy Share Image
God, who oft descends to visit men Unseen, and through their habitations walks To mark their doings. — 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
For men to tell how human life began Is hard; for who himself beginning knew? — John Milton Copy Share Image
To overcome in battle, and subdue Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest pitch Of human… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless? — John Milton Copy Share Image
There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod. — 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
From Man or Angel the great Architect Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge, His secrets, to be scanned by them who… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Virtue that wavers is not virtue, but vice revolted from itself, and after a while returning. The actions of just and pious… — John Milton Copy Share Image
In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight… — John Milton Copy Share Image
It is not hard for any man who hath a Bible in his hand to borrow good words and holy sayings in… — 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
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
