John Milton Quotes

His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.

O Conscience, into what abyss of fears And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged.

Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.

I on the other side Us'd no ambition to commend my deeds; The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke loud the doer.

There is no Christian duty that is not to be seasoned and set off with cheerishness, which in a thousand outward and intermitting crosses may yet be done well, as in this vale of tears.

Zeal and duty are not slow But on occasion's forelock watchful wait.

By a certain fate, great acts, and great eloquence have most commonly gone hand in hand, equalling and honoring each other in the same ages.

It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy.

Where all life dies death lives.

Equally inured by moderation either state to bear, prosperous or adverse.

No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.

The rising world of waters dark and deep.

True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.

Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.

His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven.

I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.

Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease.

This is servitude, To serve the unwise.

Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love, Uninterrupted joy, unrivalled love In blissful solitude.

Such sober certainty of waking bliss.

Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.

And sing to those that hold the vital shears; And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of gods and men is wound.

Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.

Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss

It is lawful and hath been held so through all ages for any one who have the power to call to account a tyrant or wicked king, and after due conviction to depose and put him to death.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.

Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.

The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.

God is thy law, thou mine.

Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.

His sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.

See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.

There are no songs comparable to the songs of Zion, no orations equal to those of the prophets, and no politics like those which the Scriptures teach.

Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.

And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant.

That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .

Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?

Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.

It was from out the rind of one apple tasted, that the knowledge of good and evil, as two twins cleaving together, leaped forth into the world.

The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks, Safest and seemliest by her husband stays, Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.

Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.

From that high mount of God whence light and shade Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed To grateful twilight.

God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.

And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the checkered shade. And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday.

Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat.