Quote by John Milton Download Open image ““ To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.”” — John Milton ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“The most callous of her guests admired her as young Rome applauded some gladiator who could die smiling.” — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share Image
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“There are endless ways to thank the people who have contributed to your life. Dole out thanks, and your life will bloom.” — Amy Leigh Mercree Copy Share Image
“Great perils have this fine characteristic, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers.” — Victor Hugo 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
