John Milton Quotes

I call a complete and generous education that which fits a man to perform justly, skillfully, and magnanimously all the offices, both private and public, of peace and war.

The redundant locks, robustious to no purpose, clustering down--vast monument of strength.

And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.

What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?.

This is the month, and this the happy morn, wherein the Son of heaven's eternal King, of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born, our great redemption from above did bring.

Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all.

When complaints are freely heard, deeply considered and speedily reformed, then is the utmost bound of civil liberty attained that wise men look for.

But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope.

My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!

Nor from hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place.

For Solomon, he lived at ease, and full Of honour, wealth, high fare, aimed not beyond Higher design than to enjoy his state.

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.

A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.

Courtesy which oft is found in lowly sheds, with smoky rafters, than in tapestry halls and courts of princes, where it first was named.

Where there is much desire to learn, there of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, for opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.

Rich and various gems inlay The unadorned bosom of the deep.

So glistered the dire Snake , and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all our woe.

Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Come and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe.

The brazen throat of war.

With thee conversing I forget all time.

Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep.

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.

'Paradise Lost' is one of the books which the reader admires and lays down, and forgets to take up again. None ever wished it longer than it is.

If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

Say, heavenly pow'rs, where shall we find such love? Which of ye will be mortal to redeem Man's mortal crime, and just th' unjust to save.

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.

Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind.

Evil, be thou my good.

For no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper.

In vain doth valour bleed, While Avarice and Rapine share the land.

Who can in reason then or right assume monarchy over such as live by right his equals, if in power or splendor less, in freedom equal?

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. That last infirmity of noble mind. To scorn delights, and live laborious days.

Therefore God's universal law Gave to the man despotic power Over his female in due awe, Not from that right to part an hour, Smile she or lour.

Subdue By force, who reason for their law refuse, Right reason for their law.

He who tempts, though in vain, at last asperses The tempted with dishonor foul, supposed Not incorruptible of faith, not proof Against temptation.

Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight.

In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.

Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.

His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.

Servant of God, well done! well hast thou fought The better fight, who single hast maintain'd Against revolted multitudes the cause of truth.

And the more I see Pleasures about me, so much more I feel Torment within me.

. . . for beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive. Cease to admire, and all her plumes Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy, At every sudden slighting quite abash'd.

And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.

And in their motions harmony divine So smoothes her charming tones, that God's own ear Listens delighted.

The planets in their station list'ning stood.