If all the world Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse, Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,… — 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
If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Ornate rhetorick taught out of the rule of Plato.... To which poetry would be made subsequent, or indeed rather precedent, as being… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Is it just or reasonable, that most voices against the main end of government should enslave the less number that would be… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Next, to make them expert in the usefullest points of grammar; and withal to season them and win them early to the… — 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
