John Milton Quotes
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Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
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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.
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By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
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Litigious terms, fat contentions, and flowing fees.
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The great creator from his work returned Magnificent, his six days' work, a world.
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Antichrist is Mammon's son.
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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.
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Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness.
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For books are as meats and viands are; some of good, some of evil sub-stance.
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Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.
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Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
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Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
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Virtue that wavers is not virtue, but vice revolted from itself, and after a while returning. The actions of just and pious men do not darken in their middle course.
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The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
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His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
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Contemplation is wisdom's best nurse.
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The never-ending flight Of future days.
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They also serve who only stand and wait.
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A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
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No institution which does not continually test its ideals, techniques and measure of accomplishment can claim real vitality.
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What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the ground?
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Then might ye see Cowls, hoods, and habits with their wearers tost And flutter'd into rags; then reliques, beads, Indulgences, dispenses, pardons, bulls, The sport of winds; all these upwhirl'd aloft Fly to the rearward of the world far off Into a limbo large and broad, since called The paradise of fools.
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There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
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Necessity and chance Approach not me, and what I will is fate.