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Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss...
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So glistered the dire Snake , and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all our woe.
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All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.
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O fairest of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflow'red, and now to death devote? Paradise Lost
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Next, to make them expert in the usefullest points of grammar; and withal to season them and win them early to the love of virtue and true labour, ere any flattering seducement or vain principle seize them wandering, some easy and delightful book of education would be read to them; whereof the Greeks have store, as Cebes, Plutarch, and other Socratic discourses.
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They who have put out the people's eyes reproach them of their blindness.
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Towered cities please us then,And the busy hum of men.
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The starry cope Of heaven.
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O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
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Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
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The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
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Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
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But God himself is truth; in propagating which, as men display a greater integrity and zeal, they approach nearer to the similitude of God, and possess a greater portion of his love.
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Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.
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Meanwhile the Adversary of God and man, Satan with thoughts inflamed of highest design, Puts on swift wings, and towards the gates of hell Explores his solitary flight.
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Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.
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Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
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That virtue therefore which is but a youngling in the contemplation of evil, and knows not the utmost that vice promises to her followers, and rejects it, is but a blank virtue, not a pure; her whiteness is but an excremental whiteness.
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Heav'nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate...
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A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond / Frightened the reign of Chaos and old Night.
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A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad.
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Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.
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Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
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What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,Of Attic taste?
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