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Hence vain deluding Joys,The brood of Folly without father bred!
John Milton
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And now without redemption all mankind Must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell By doom severe.
John Milton
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The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.
John Milton
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The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright, and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him, as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.
John Milton
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The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.
John Milton
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Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.
John Milton
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No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.
John Milton
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As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye.
John Milton
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Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.
John Milton
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In the sweat of thy face thou shalt eat bread, Till thou return unto the ground; for thou Out of the ground wast taken; know thy birth, For dust thou art, and shalt to dust return.
John Milton
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Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
John Milton
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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.
John Milton
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Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight.
John Milton
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A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end.
John Milton
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Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell, By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale.
John Milton
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Deep-versed in books and shallow in himself.
John Milton
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Under the shady roofOf branching elm star-proof.
John Milton
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O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!
John Milton
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Execute their airy purposes.
John Milton
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Into this wild Abyss/ The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave--/ Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,/ But all these in their pregnant causes mixed/ Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,/ Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain/ His dark materials to create more worlds,--/ Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend/ Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while,/ Pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith/ He had to cross.
John Milton
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Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.
John Milton
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I on the other side Us'd no ambition to commend my deeds; The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke loud the doer.
John Milton
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A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars.
John Milton
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And the more I see Pleasures about me, so much more I feel Torment within me.
John Milton
