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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise...
John Milton
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Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.
John Milton
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With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.
John Milton
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Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.
John Milton
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Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.
John Milton
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He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
John Milton
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Courtesy which oft is found in lowly sheds, with smoky rafters, than in tapestry halls and courts of princes, where it first was named.
John Milton
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The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.
John Milton
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Every cloud has a silver lining.
John Milton
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Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th' Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep.
John Milton
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Virtue that wavers is not virtue.
John Milton
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A beardless cynic is the shame of nature.
John Milton
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Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.
John Milton
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From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.
John Milton
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He alone is worthy of the appellation who either does great things, or teaches how they may be done, or describes them with a suitable majesty when they have been done; but those only are great things which tend to render life more happy, which increase the innocent enjoyments and comforts of existence, or which pave the way to a state of future bliss more permanent and more pure.
John Milton
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Immortal amarant, a flower which once In paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er elysian flowers her amber stream: With these that never fade the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks.
John Milton
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The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
John Milton
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Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.
John Milton
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In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out, and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
John Milton
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Don't hold grudges; it's pointless. Jealousy too is a non-cathartic, negative emotion.
John Milton
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And yet on the other hand unless warinesse be us'd, as good almost kill a Man as kill a good Book; who kills a Man kills a reasonable creature, Gods Image, but hee who destroyes a good Booke, kills reason it selfe, kills the Image of God, as it were in the eye.
John Milton
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Faithful found among the faithless.
John Milton
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What can 'scape the eye Of God, all-seeing, or deceive His heart. Omniscient!
John Milton
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These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, not bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
John Milton
