Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. — 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
Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself. — 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
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
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
From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“The wife, where danger or dishonor lurks, safest and seemliest by her husband stays, who guards her, or with her the worst… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approve The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek Such proof, conclude, they then begin… — 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
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
As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes. — John Milton Copy Share Image
His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but… — John Milton Copy Share Image
