This is servitude, To serve th'unwise, or him who hath rebelled Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee, Thyself not free,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget… — John Milton Copy Share Image
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, dungeon or beggary, or decrepit age!… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin surprise thee, and her black attendant Death. — 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
O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious… — John Milton Copy Share Image
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age! — John Milton Copy Share Image
Heaven Is as the Book of God before thee set, Wherein to read His wondrous works. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed… — 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
With thee goes Thy husband, him to follow thou art bound; Where he abides, think there thy native soil. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me? — John Milton Copy Share Image
And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet. — 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
Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And to thy husband's will Thine shall submit; he over thee shall rule. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades? — John Milton Copy Share Image
Heaven is for thee too high To know what passes there; be lowly wise. Think only what concerns thee and thy being;… — John Milton Copy Share Image
What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Hail, holy light! offspring of heaven firstborn! Or of th' eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light… — John Milton Copy Share Image
This having learnt, thou hast attained the sum Of wisdom; hope no higher, though all the stars Thou knew'st by name, and… — 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
