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Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal BenchOf British Themis, with no mean applausePronounced and in his volumes taught our Laws,Which others at their Bar so often wrench
John Milton
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...how wearisom Eternity so spent in worship paid To whom we hate. Let us not then pursue By force impossible, by leave obtain'd Unacceptable, though in Heav'n, our state Of splendid vassalage, but rather seek Our own good from our selves, and from our own Live to our selves, though in this vast recess, Free, and to none accountable, preferring Hard liberty before the easie yoke Of servile Pomp
John Milton
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Where glowing embers through the roomTeach light to counterfeit a gloom,Far from all resort of mirth,Save the cricket on the hearth.
John Milton
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O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, dungeon or beggary, or decrepit age! Light, the prime work of God, to me is extinct, and all her various objects of delight annulled, which might in part my grief have eased. Inferior to the vilest now become of man or worm; the vilest here excel me, they creep, yet see; I, dark in light, exposed to daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, within doors, or without, still as a fool, in power of others, never in my own; scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.
John Milton
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This is servitude, To serve the unwise.
John Milton
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Me miserable! Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
John Milton
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Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.
John Milton
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Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
John Milton
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At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue:Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new.
John Milton
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When we speak of knowing God, it must be understood with reference to man's limited powers of comprehension. God, as He really is, is far beyond man's imagination, let alone understanding. God has revealed only so much of Himself as our minds can conceive and the weakness of our nature can bear.
John Milton
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Ladies, whose bright eyesRain influence, and judge the prize.
John Milton
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In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.
John Milton
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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!
John Milton
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The greatest burden in the world is superstition, not only of ceremonies in the church, but of imaginary and scarecrow sins at home.
John Milton
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As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.
John Milton
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For men to tell how human life began Is hard; for who himself beginning knew?
John Milton
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O nightingale, that on yon bloomy sprayWarbl'st at eve, when all the woods are still.
John Milton
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First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.
John Milton
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I walk unseenOn the dry smooth-shaven green,To behold the wandering moon,Riding near her highest noon,Like one that had been led astrayThrough the heav'n's wide pathless way,And oft, as if her head she bowed,Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
John Milton
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Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.
John Milton
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Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides,Where thou perhaps under the whelming tideVisit'st the bottom of the monstrous world.
John Milton
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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
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If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell could equal, for a spiritual being, what we should then feel from the anarchy of our powers. It would be conscious madness,--a horrid thought!
John Milton
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And if by prayer Incessant I could hope to change the will Of Him who all things can, I would not cease To weary Him with my assiduous cries.
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