And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained? — John Milton Copy Share Image
Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not enthralled; Yea even that which mischief meant most harm.… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Wealth and honours, which most men pursue, easily change masters; they desert to the side which excels in virtue, industry, and endurance… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won. — John Milton Copy Share Image
The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose. — John Milton Copy Share Image
If at great things thou would'st arrive, Get riches first, get wealth, and treasure heap, Not difficult, if thou hearken to me;… — John Milton Copy Share Image
God sure esteems the growth and completing of one virtuous person, more that the restraint of ten vicious. — John Milton Copy Share Image
He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Extol not riches then, the toil of fools, The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare, more apt To slacken virtue, and abate… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright, and out… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Thrones, dominions, princedoms, virtues, powers-- If these magnific titles yet remain Not merely titular. — John Milton Copy Share Image
I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, And virtue has no tongue to check her pride. — 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
Wherefore did he [God] create passions within us, pleasures round about us, but that these rightly tempered are the very ingredients of… — John Milton Copy Share Image
I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out… — 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