John Milton Quotes - Page 3

• John Milton / Poet

The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed.

• John Milton / Poet

And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.

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New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ Large.

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Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.

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Rather than be less Car'd not to be at all.

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To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.

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Eloquence the soul, song charms the senses.

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Few sometimes may know, when thousands err.

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Hope elevates, and joy Brightens his crest.

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Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

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And out of good still to find means of evil.

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Deep-versed in books and shallow in himself.

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Virtue hath no tongue to check vice's pride.

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Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.

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To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

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And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.

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Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.

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Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

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These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!

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And to the faithful: death, the gate of life.

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Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.

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Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.

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The planets in their station list'ning stood.

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Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.

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Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.

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And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.

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Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.

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Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

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Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.

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Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.

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Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

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Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.

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For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

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And the earth self-balanced on her centre hung.

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Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!

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Who aspires must down as low As high he soar'd.

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Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

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For evil news rides post, while good news baits.

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Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers.

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This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

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He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

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Beauty is God's handwriting-a wayside sacrament.

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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise

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Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.

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Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.

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No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.

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Money brings honor, friends, conquest, and realms.

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Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.

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Man hath his daily work of body or mind Appointed.

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What is strength without a double share of wisdom?