Chimes Quote by John Milton Download Open image “Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.” — John Milton ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Chimes Funny Ifs Inspirational Love Stoops Virtue
Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her Is righted even when men grant they err. — George Chapman Copy Share Image
If there's a power above us, (And that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works,) he must delight in virtue. — Joseph Addison Copy Share Image
Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Virtue rejects facility to be her companion. She requires a craggy, rough and thorny way. — Michel de Montaigne Copy Share Image
Virtue were a kind of misery if fame were all the garland that crowned her. — Owen Feltham Copy Share Image
Those lovers scorn whom thatlove doth possess? Do they call virtue there ungratefulness? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
What fervent love of herself would Virtue excite if she could be seen! — Marcus Tullius Cicero 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
Quentin [Taranino] will say, "We've got it, but we're gonna do it one more time. Why?" And then, the entire cast and crew chimes… — Walton Goggins Copy Share Image
Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
On Melbourne summer mornings the green trams go rolling in stately progress down tunnels thick with leaves: the bright air carries along the avenue… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
Some men at the approach of a dispute neigh like horses. Unless there be an argument, they think nothing is doing. Some talkers excel… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Chimes?" Phyllis asked. "Chimes to call a lover? Chimes with the voice of a bird trapped in them? Chimes that play you whatever song… — Sarah Rees Brennan Copy Share Image
His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine. — Kim Harrison Copy Share Image
My father was always anxious to give pleasure to his children. Accordingly, he took me one day, as a special treat, to the top… — James Nasmyth 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 were, Heav'n… — John Milton Copy Share Image
In all the practice centers in the tradition of Plum Village whenever the phone rings or the clock chimes in the dining hall, people… — Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
For the time of towns is tolled from the world by funereal chimes, but in nature the universal hours are counted by succeeding tribes… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image