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Neither prosperity nor empire nor heaven can be worth winning at the price of a virulent temper, bloody hands, an anguished spirit, and a vain hatred of the rest of the world.
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Beauty is God's handwriting-a wayside sacrament.
John Milton
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Apostate, still thou err'st, nor end wilt find Offering, from the paths of truth remote.
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He who freely magnifies what hath been nobly done, and fears not to declares as freely what might be done better, gives ye the best covenant of his fidelity.
John Milton -
From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.
John Milton -
Peor and BaälimForsake their temples dim.
John Milton -
Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.
John Milton -
And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens take his pleasure.
John Milton
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And I will place within them as a guide My umpire conscience, whom if they will hear Light after light well used they shall attain, And to the end persisting, safe arrive.
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From his lips/Not words alone pleased her.
John Milton -
Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.
John Milton -
For men to tell how human life began Is hard; for who himself beginning knew?
John Milton -
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.
John Milton -
Don't hold grudges; it's pointless. Jealousy too is a non-cathartic, negative emotion.
John Milton
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Danger will wink on opportunity.
John Milton -
No war, or battle's soundWas heard the world around.The idle spear and shield were high up hung.
John Milton -
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains,And disapproves that care, though wise in show,That with superfluous burden loads the day,And, when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.
John Milton -
Who aspires must down as low As high he soar'd.
John Milton -
Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
John Milton -
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.
John Milton
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Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.
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Truth and understanding are not such wares as to be monopolized and traded in by tickets and statutes and standards. We must not think to make a staple commodity of all the knowledge in the land, to mark and license it like our broadcloth and our woolpacks.
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Ink is the blood of the printing-press.
John Milton -
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.
John Milton