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I fled, and cry'd out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.
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Till old experience do attainTo something like prophetic strain.
John Milton
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It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.
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Time, though in Eternity, applied To motion, measures all things durable By present, past, and future.
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It was the winter wildWhile the Heav'n-born childAll meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.
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The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either,--black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand.
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Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a good book, kills reason its self.
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They also serve who only stand and wait.
John Milton
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Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.
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Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.
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Ornate rhetoric thought out of the rule of Plato... To which poetry would be made subsequent, or indeed rather precedent, as being less subtle and fine, but more simple, sensuous, and passionate.
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The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
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Dark with excessive bright.
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What wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear without the knowledge of evil? He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true wayfaring Christian.
John Milton
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To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
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The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
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Day and night, Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost Shall hold their course, till fire purge all things new.
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Impostor; do not charge most innocent Nature, As if she would her children should be riotous With her abundance; she, good cateress, Means her provision only to the good, That live according to her sober laws, And holy dictate of spare temperance.
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For what can war, but endless war, still breed?
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Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.
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In naked beauty most adorned.
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Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
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Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.
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Freely we serve, Because we freely love, as in our will To love or not; in this we stand or fall.
John Milton