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By a certain fate, great acts, and great eloquence have most commonly gone hand in hand, equalling and honoring each other in the same ages.
John Milton
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The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and dischargd; what burden then?
John Milton
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Zeal and duty are not slow But on occasion's forelock watchful wait.
John Milton
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And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?
John Milton
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So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lacky her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt.
John Milton
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My rising is thy fall
John Milton
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Tears such as angels weep.
John Milton
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The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.
John Milton
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Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place.
John Milton
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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.
John Milton
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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.
John Milton
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Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.
John Milton
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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.
John Milton
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Few sometimes may know, when thousands err.
John Milton
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Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.
John Milton
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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?
John Milton
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With diadem and sceptre high advanced, The lower still I fall; only supreme In misery; such joy ambition finds.
John Milton
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Herbs, and other country messes,Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.
John Milton
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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.
John Milton
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The rising world of waters dark and deep.
John Milton
