A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him. — John Milton Copy Share Image
We should be wary what persecution we raise against the living labors of public men, how we spill that seasoned life of… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And yet on the other hand unless warinesse be us'd, as good almost kill a Man as kill a good Book; who… — John Milton Copy Share Image
She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a good book, kills reason its self. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Yet not so strictly hath our Lord impos'd /Labor, as to debar when we need /Refreshment, whether food, or talk between,/ food… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Who can in reason then or right assume monarchy over such as live by right his equals, if in power or splendor… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace. — John Milton Copy Share Image
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, 4 to… — John Milton Copy Share Image
If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
In discourse more sweet; For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Subdue By force, who reason for their law refuse, Right reason for their law. — 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
