And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton Copy Share Image
That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. — John Milton Copy Share Image
All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield. — John Milton Copy Share Image
He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well. — John Milton Copy Share Image
That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“th' unconquerable will,/ And study of revenge, immortal hate,/ And courage never to submit or yield/ And what is else not to… — 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
