John Milton Quotes
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A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
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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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Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.
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What is dark within me, illumine.
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The spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod.
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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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But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.
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Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
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Thrones, dominions, princedoms, virtues, powers-- If these magnific titles yet remain Not merely titular.
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O execrable son! so to aspire Above his brethren, to himself assuming Authority usurped, from God not given. He gave us only over beast, fish, fowl, Dominion absolute; that right we hold By his donation; but man over men He made not lord; such title to himself Reserving, human left from human free.
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It was that fatal and perfidious bark,Built in th' eclipse, and rigged with curses dark,That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
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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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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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Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?
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No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.
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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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Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.
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In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.
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Antichrist is Mammon's son.
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This is servitude, To serve the unwise.
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If it come to prohibiting, there is aught more likely to be prohibited than truth itself.
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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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Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.
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Awake, arise or be for ever fall in.