It is for homely features to keep home,- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve… — John Milton Copy Share Image
For truth is strong next to the Almighty. She needs no policies or stratagems or licensings to make her victorious. These are… — John Milton Copy Share Image
God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His… — John Milton Copy Share Image
There is no learned man but will confess be hath much profited by reading controversies,--his senses awakened, his judgment sharpened, and 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
What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,- The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should… — John Milton Copy Share Image
What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior, (And what he brings what need… — 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
