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A death-like sleep, A gentle wafting to immortal life.
John Milton
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While the cock with lively dinScatters the rear of darkness thin,And to the stack, or the barn door,Stoutly struts his dames before,Oft list'ning how the hounds and hornCheerly rouse the slumb'ring morn.
John Milton
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The very essence of truth is plainness and brightness; the darkness and crookedness is our own. The wisdom of God created understanding, fit and proportionable to truth, the object and end of it, as the eye to the thing visible. If our understanding have a film of ignorance over it, or be blear with gazing on other false glitterings, what is that to truth?
John Milton
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Anger and just rebuke, and judgment given, That brought into this world a world of woe, Sin and her shadow Death, and Misery, Death's harbinger.
John Milton
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Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,Most musical, most melancholy!
John Milton
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A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.
John Milton
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Indu'd With sanctity of reason.
John Milton
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It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit, Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit.
John Milton
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Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.
John Milton
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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.
John Milton
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Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat.
John Milton
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A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
John Milton
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But when Lust By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish arts of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
John Milton
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The never-ending flight Of future days.
John Milton
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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. That last infirmity of noble mind. To scorn delights, and live laborious days.
John Milton
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Sport, that wrinkled Care derides,And Laughter, holding both his sides.Come, and trip it, as you go.On the light fantastic toe.
John Milton
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Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
John Milton
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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.
John Milton
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Till old experience do attainTo something like prophetic strain.
John Milton
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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.
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?
John Milton
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Those whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme...
John Milton
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But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.
John Milton
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The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
John Milton
