John Milton Quotes

Grace was in all her steps heaven in her eye In every gesture dignity and love.
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Wickedness is weakness.
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The brazen throat of war.
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Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.
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Who overcomes By force hath overcome but half his foe.
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They also serve who only stand and wait.
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So many laws argue so many sins.
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Servant of God well done.
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He who reigns within himself and rules his passions desires and fears is more than a king.
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Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to its possessor.
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Oftentimes nothing profits more than self-esteem grounded on what is just and right and well-managed.
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Deep-versed in books And shallow in himself.
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Reason is also choice.
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The mind is its own place and in itself can make a heaven of hell a hell of heaven.
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Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war.
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Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgment to do aught which else free will Would not admit.
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Time is the subtle thief of youth.
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Accuse not Nature she hath done her part Do thou but thine!
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Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
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Reason is also choice.
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The mind is its own place and in itself can make a heaven of hell a hell of heaven.
John Milton
Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war.
John Milton
Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgment to do aught which else free will Would not admit.
John Milton
Time is the subtle thief of youth.
John Milton
Accuse not Nature she hath done her part Do thou but thine!
John Milton
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
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The mind is its own place and in itself Can make a heaven of hell a hell of heaven.
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So dear I love him that with him all deaths I could endure without him live no life.
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Give me the liberty to know to think to believe and to utter freely according to conscience above all other liberties.
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None can love freedom heartily but good men - the rest love not freedom but licence.
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For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy the only evil that walks invisible.
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Where no hope is left is left no fear.
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All hell broke loose.
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A heaven on earth.
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Where more is meant than meets the ear.
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Athens the eye of Greece mother of arts And eloquence.
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Since good the more Communicated more abundant grows.
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God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts who best Bear His mild yoke they serve Him best His state Is kingly thousands at His bidding speed And post o'er land and ocean without rest - They also serve who only stand and wait.
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Boast not of what thou would'st have done but do.
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Flowers of all hue and without thorn the rose.
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Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.
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Come and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe.
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Servant of God well done! Well hast thou fought The better fight.
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The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day.
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Knowledge cannot defile nor consequently the books if the will and conscience be not defiled.
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A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
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As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature God's image but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself kills the image of God as it were in the eye.
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A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
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To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night. From his watchtower in the skies Til the dappled dawn doth rise.
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Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
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But first whom shall we sendIn search of this new world, whom shall we findSufficient? Who shall tempt, with wand'ring feetThe dark unbottomed infinite abyssAnd through the palpable obscure find outHis uncouth way, or spread his aery flightUpborne with indefatigable wingsOver the vast abrupt, ere he arriveThe happy isle?
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th' unconquerable will,/ And study of revenge, immortal hate,/ And courage never to submit or yield/ And what is else not to be overcome?
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But say I could repent and could obtaineBy Act of Grace my former state: how soonwould higth recal high thoughts; how soon unsaywhat feign'd submission swore: ease would recantvows made in pain, as violent and void. For never can true reconcilement growwhere wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep:which would but lead me to a worse relapseand heavier fall: so should I purchase cleaveshort intermission bought with double smart:This knows my punisher; therefore as farfrom granting here, as I from begging peace:All hope excluded thus, behold in steadof us out-cast, exil'd, his new delight, Mankind created, and for his this World. So farewell Hope, and with Hope farwel Fear,Farewel Remorse: all Good to me is lost.
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So spake the enemy of mankind, enclosedIn serpent, inmate bad! and toward EveAddressed his way: not with indented wave,Prone on the ground, as since; but on his rear,Circular base of rising folds, that toweredFold above fold, a surging maze! his headCrested aloft, and carbuncle his eyes;With burnished neck of verdant gold, erectAmidst his circling spires, that on the grassFloated redundant: pleasing was his shapeAnd lovely; never since of serpent-kindLovelier…
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Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
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Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,Said then the lost Archangel, this the seatThat we must change for heav'n, this mournful gloomFor that celestial light? Be it so since he Who now is sovereign can dispose and bid What shall be right. Farthest from him is best Whom reason hath equaled force hath made supreme Above his equals. Farewell happy fieldsWhere joy forever dwells. Hail horrors HailInfernal world, and thou profoundest hellReceive thy new possessor, one who bringsA mind not to be changed by place or timeThe mind is its own place and in itselfCan make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.What matter where if I be still the sameAnd what I should be--All but less than heWhom thunder hath made greater. Here at leastWe shall be free. Th' Almighty hath not builtHere for his envy will not drive us hence.Here we may reign supreme, and in my choiceTo reign is worth ambition, though in hell.Better to reign in hell than serve in Heav'n.But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,Th'associates and co-partners of our lossLie thus astonished on th' oblivious pool.And call them not to share with us their partIn this unhappy mansion? Or, once more,With rallying arms, to try what may be yetRegained in heav'n or what more lost in hell!
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They changed their minds, Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell.
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One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.
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Not so on Man; him through their malice fall'n,Father of Mercy and Grace, thou didst not doomSo strictly, but much more to pity incline:No sooner did thy dear and only SonPerceive thee purpos'd not to doom frail ManSo strictly, but much more to pity inclin'd,He to appease thy wrath, and end the strifeOf mercy and Justice in thy face discern'd,Regardless of the Bliss wherein hee satSecond to thee, offer'd himself to dieFor man's offence. O unexampl'd love,Love nowhere to be found less than Divine!Hail Son of God, Saviour of Men, thy NameShall be the copious matter of my SongHenceforth, and never shall my Harp thy praiseForget, nor from thy Father's praise disjoin.
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Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseenWithin thy airy shellBy slow Meander's margent green,And in the violet-imbroider'd valeWhere the love-lorn nightingaleNightly to thee her sad song mourneth well:Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pairThat likest thy Narcissus are?
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