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The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents.
John Milton
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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.
John Milton
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There is no Christian duty that is not to be seasoned and set off with cheerishness, which in a thousand outward and intermitting crosses may yet be done well, as in this vale of tears.
John Milton
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If weakness may excuse, What murderer, what traitor, parricide, Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it? All wickedness is weakness; that plea, therefore, With God or man will gain thee no remission.
John Milton
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This is servitude, To serve th' unwise, or him who hath rebelled Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee, Thyself not free, but to thyself enthralled.
John Milton
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Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
John Milton
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When the gust hath blown his fill,Ending on the rustling leavesWith minute drops from off the eaves.
John Milton
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I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs me Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes and dogs.
John Milton
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Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.
John Milton
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Then lies him down the lubber fiend,And stretched out all the chimney's length,Basks at the fire his hairy strength.
John Milton
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There are no songs comparable to the songs of Zion, no orations equal to those of the prophets, and no politics like those which the Scriptures teach.
John Milton
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But O the heavy change, now thou art gone,Now thou art gone and never must return!
John Milton
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He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
John Milton
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Spirits that live throughout, Vital in every part, not as frail man, In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, Cannot but by annihilating die.
John Milton
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How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator?
John Milton
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Alas! What boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted Shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless muse; Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th'abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
John Milton
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See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.
John Milton
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Fear of change perplexes monarchs.
John Milton
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Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
John Milton
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Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with theeJest, and youthful jollity,Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,Nods and becks and wreathèd smiles.
John Milton
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Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
John Milton
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I must not quarrel with the will Of highest dispensation, which herein, Haply had ends above my reach to know.
John Milton
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The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.
John Milton
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Untwisting all the chains that tieThe hidden soul of harmony.
John Milton
