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And storied windows richly dight,Casting a dim religious light.There let the pealing organ blow,To the full-voiced choir below,In service high, and anthems clearAs may, with sweetness, through mine earDissolve me into ecstasies,And bring all heaven before mine eyes.
John Milton
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Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
John Milton
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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
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For what can war, but endless war, still breed?
John Milton
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Litigious terms, fat contentions, and flowing fees.
John Milton
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Hell has no benefits, only torture.
John Milton
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The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
John Milton
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The great creator from his work returned Magnificent, his six days' work, a world.
John Milton
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There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
John Milton
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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.
John Milton
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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.
John Milton
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Dark with excessive bright.
John Milton
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And the earth self-balanced on her centre hung.
John Milton
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I will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble Education; laborious indeed at first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.
John Milton
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Lords are lordliest in their wine.
John Milton
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Solitude is sometimes best society.
John Milton
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So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.
John Milton
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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.
John Milton
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Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.
John Milton
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What reinforcement we may gain from hope; If not, what resolution from despair.
John Milton
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He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.
John Milton
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I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.
John Milton
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It is not good that man should be alone. ... Hitherto all things that have been named, were approved of God to be very good: loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good: whether it be a thing, or the want of something, I labour not.
John Milton
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And in their motions harmony divine So smoothes her charming tones, that God's own ear Listens delighted.
John Milton
