John Milton Quotes
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Calm of mind, all passion spent.
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Peace hath her victoriesNo less renowned than war.
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Where the bright seraphim in burning rowTheir loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.
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Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place.
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O why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heav'n With Spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine, Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
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And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?
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Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.
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Tears such as angels weep.
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Few sometimes may know, when thousands err.
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Hence vain deluding Joys,The brood of Folly without father bred!
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The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.
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The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.
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Deep-versed in books and shallow in himself.
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And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
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Here we may reign secure; and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
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Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.
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Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.
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Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.
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And the more I see Pleasures about me, so much more I feel Torment within me.
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Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race:Call on the lazy leaden-stepping Hours,Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace;And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,Which is no more than what is false and vain,And merely mortal dross.
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Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
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The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.
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Into this wild Abyss/ The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave--/ Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,/ But all these in their pregnant causes mixed/ Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,/ Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain/ His dark materials to create more worlds,--/ Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend/ Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while,/ Pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith/ He had to cross.
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The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright, and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him, as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.