(That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Alas! What boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted Shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless muse; Were it… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. That last infirmity of noble mind. To scorn delights, and live laborious… — 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
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
Daughter to that good Earl, once President Of England's Council, and her Treasury, Who lived in both, unstained with gold or fee,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
I will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble Education; laborious indeed at first ascent, but else so… — 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
