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Death ready stands to interpose his dart.
John Milton
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We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.
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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My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.
John Milton
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This is the month, and this the happy morn,Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King,Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,Our great redemption from above did bring;For so the holy sages once did sing,That He our deadly forfeit should release,And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.
John Milton
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O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.
John Milton
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Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other's burden.
John Milton
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Such sober certainty of waking bliss.
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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He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity.
John Milton
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Ink is the blood of the printing-press.
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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Believe and be confirmed.
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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As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace?
John Milton
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And that must end us, that must be our cure: To be no more. Sad cure! For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish, rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night Devoid of sense and motion?
John Milton
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The great Emathian conqueror bid spareThe house of Pindarus, when temple and towerWent to the ground.
John Milton
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Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.
John Milton
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Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire! Woods and groves are of thy dressing; Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
John Milton
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Every cloud has a silver lining.
John Milton
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Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!
John Milton
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Angels contented with their face in heaven, Seek not the praise of men.
John Milton
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That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
John Milton
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Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.
John Milton
