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No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.
What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?.
Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
And feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce.
The spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod.
Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread.
Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.
The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.
So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.
Apostate, still thou err'st, nor end wilt find Offering, from the paths of truth remote.
Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.
But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Don't hold grudges; it's pointless. Jealousy too is a non-cathartic, negative emotion. .
License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.
If it come to prohibiting, there is aught more likely to be prohibited than truth itself.
O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.
With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.
It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.
Darkness now rose, as daylight sunk, and brought in low'ring Night her shadowy offspring.
The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.
Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.
No mighty trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.
That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
The redundant locks, robustious to no purpose, clustering down--vast monument of strength.
Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.
The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.
Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.
And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant.
A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond / Frightened the reign of Chaos and old Night.
Lifted up so high I disdained subjection, and thought one step higher would set me highest.
From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will Would not admit.
Well observe The rule of Not too much, by temperance taught In what thou eat'st and drink'st.
The helmed Cherubim, And sworded Seraphim, Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd.
Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?
In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.
I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.
Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.
He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.