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Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
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Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.
John Milton
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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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Only this I know, That one celestial father gives to all.
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A man may be ungrateful, but the human race is not so.
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For no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper.
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What reinforcement we may gain from hope; If not, what resolution from despair.
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Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.
John Milton
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Nor think thou with wind Of æry threats to awe whom yet with deeds Thou canst not.
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Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
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Immortal amarant, a flower which once In paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er elysian flowers her amber stream: With these that never fade the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks.
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The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
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Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
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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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And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
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The liberty of conscience, which above all other things ought to be to all men dearest and most precious.
John Milton -
No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.
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Ladies, whose bright eyesRain influence, and judge the prize.
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So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.
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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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If at great things thou would'st arrive, Get riches first, get wealth, and treasure heap, Not difficult, if thou hearken to me; Riches are mine, fortune is in my hand, They whom I favor thrive in wealth amain, While virtue, valor, wisdom, sit in want.
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They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.
John Milton -
Litigious terms, fat contentions, and flowing fees.
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So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
John Milton