John Milton Quotes
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Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
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Don't hold grudges; it's pointless. Jealousy too is a non-cathartic, negative emotion.
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I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.
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I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.
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Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?
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It is not hard for any man who hath a Bible in his hand to borrow good words and holy sayings in abundance; but to make them his own is a work of grace only from above.
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Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem: other creature here Beast, bird, insect, or worm durst enter none; Such was their awe of man.
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So on this windy sea of land, the Fiend Walked up and down alone bent on his prey.
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Angels contented with their face in heaven, Seek not the praise of men.
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Knowledge cannot defile, nor consequently the books, if the will and conscience be not defiled.
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Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.
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That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
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You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It's all in the mind.
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Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.
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And to thy husband's will Thine shall submit; he over thee shall rule.
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Or call up him that left half toldThe story of Cambuscan bold.
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But, O sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew Iron tears down Pluto’s cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
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Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
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Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.
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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.