Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational. — John Milton Copy Share Image
For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God… — John Milton Copy Share Image
A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Now came still evening on; and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air Burns… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the… — 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
So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he. — John Milton Copy Share Image
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. — 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
