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Every cloud has a silver lining.
John Milton
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Let us descend now therefore from this top Of speculation.
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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Death ready stands to interpose his dart.
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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Faithful found among the faithless.
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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Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.
John Milton
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Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.
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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And the jocund rebecks soundTo many a youth, and many a maid,Dancing in the checkered shade.And young and old come forth to playOn a sunshine holiday.
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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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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And to the faithful: death, the gate of life.
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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But say That death be not one stroke, as I supposed, Bereaving sense, but endless misery From this day onward, which I feel begun Both in me, and without me, and so last To perpetuity; ay me, that fear Comes thund'ring back with dreadful revolution On my defenceless head; both Death and I Am found eternal, and incorporate both, Nor I on my part single, in me all Paradise Lost Posterity stands cursed: fair patrimony That I must leave ye, sons; O were I able To waste it all myself, and leave ye none!
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.
John Milton
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Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all.
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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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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Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize,If ever deed of honour did thee please,Guard them, and him within protect from harms.
John Milton
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Who aspires must down as low As high he soar'd.
John Milton
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Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.
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
