John Milton Quotes
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Calm of mind, all passion spent.
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Zeal and duty are not slow But on occasion's forelock watchful wait.
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Tears such as angels weep.
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My rising is thy fall
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Peace hath her victoriesNo less renowned than war.
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And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?
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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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Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.
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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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Few sometimes may know, when thousands err.
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Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.
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Hence vain deluding Joys,The brood of Folly without father bred!
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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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The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.
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Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.
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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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Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.
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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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And the more I see Pleasures about me, so much more I feel Torment within me.
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Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
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Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell, By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale.
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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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So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair that ever since in love's embraces met -- Adam, the goodliest man of men since born his sons; the fairest of her daughters Eve.