John Milton Quotes
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True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.
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For what is glory but the blaze of fame?
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Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.
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Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.
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Such strains as would have won the earOf Pluto, to have quite set freeHis half-regained Eurydice.These delights, if thou canst give,Mirth, with thee, I mean to live.
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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.
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Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness.
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Oft, on a plat of rising ground,I hear the far-off curfew soundOver some wide-watered shore,Swinging low with sullen roar.
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Hence, loathèd Melancholy,Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born,In Stygian cave forlorn,'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.
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And the earth self-balanced on her centre hung.
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Those whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme...
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Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
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Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.
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Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.
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Mirth, admit me of thy crew,To live with her, and live with thee,In unreprovèd pleasures free.
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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.
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Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.
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The spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod.
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Knowledge cannot defile, nor consequently the books, if the will and conscience be not defiled.
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A bevy of fair women.
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Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
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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!
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And to thy husband's will Thine shall submit; he over thee shall rule.
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How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled!