He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Among the writers of all ages, some deserve fame, and have it; others neither have nor deserve it; some have it, not… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“John Milton (December 9, 1608 – November 8, 1674) was an English poet, prose polemicist, and civil servant for the English Commonwealth.… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“I thence invoke my thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar above the Aonian mount,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
There is no learned man but will confess be hath much profited by reading controversies,--his senses awakened, his judgment sharpened, and the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Where there is much desire to learn, there of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, for opinion in good men is… — 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
Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites… — 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
