John Milton Quotes
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Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.
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Non est miserum esse caecum, miserum est caecitatem non posse ferre.
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Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.
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God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.
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Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
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Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!
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Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.
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The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
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His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
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And out of good still to find means of evil.
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Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.
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Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
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Indu'd With sanctity of reason.
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But oh! as to embrace me she inclined,I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
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The end of learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love Him and imitate Him.
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Let us seek Death, or he not found, supply With our own hands his office on ourselves; Why stand we longer shivering under fears, That show no end but death, and have the power, Of many ways to die the shortest choosing, Destruction with destruction to destroy.
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The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
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Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
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My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
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He knewHimself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
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The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.
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In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.
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Who can enjoy alone? Or all enjoying what contentment find?
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Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once moreYe myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,And with forced fingers rudeShatter your leaves before the mellowing year.