So little knows Any, but God alone, but perverts best things To worst abuse, or to their meanest use. — John Milton Copy Share Image
For truth is strong next to the Almighty. She needs no policies or stratagems or licensings to make her victorious. These are… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And God made two great lights, great for their use To man, the greater to have rule by day, The less by… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Alas! What boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted Shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless muse; Were it… — John Milton Copy Share Image
When language in common use in any country becomes irregular and depraved, it is followed by their ruin and degradation. For what… — John Milton Copy Share Image
O madness to think use of strongest wines And strongest drinks our chief support of health, When God with these forbidden made… — John Milton Copy Share Image
This manner of writing wherein knowing myself inferior to myself? I have the use, as I may account it, but of my… — 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
