Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself. — 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
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. — John Milton Copy Share Image
As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse. — John Milton Copy Share Image
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. — 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
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Go in thy native innocence, rely On what thou hast of virtue, summon all, For God towards thee hath done his part,… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
So glistered the dire Snake , and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote. — 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
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible… — 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… — John Milton Copy Share Image
O fairest of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be… — 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
For Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both; so soft And uncompounded is their essence pure, Not tied or… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I… — John Milton Copy Share Image
He scarce had ceased when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore; his ponderous shield Ethereal temper, massy, large and round,… — 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
Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds. — John Milton Copy Share Image
