Quotes from John Milton

Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!

Tower'd cities please us then,And the busy hum of men.

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

Among the faithless, faithful only he.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,Confusion worse confounded.

In her face excuseCame prologue, and apology too prompt.

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.

Into a limbo large and broad, since calledThe Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.

The star that bids the shepherd fold.

Under the opening eyelids of the morn,We drove afield; and both together heardWhat time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night.

The starry copeOf heaven.

As one who long in populous city pent.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wailOr knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt,Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair,And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

And on the Tree of Life,The middle tree and highest there that grew,Sat like a cormorant.

Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseenWithin thy airy shellBy slow Meander's margent green,And in the violet-embroider'd vale.

A mind not to be chang'd by place or time.The mind is its own place, and in itselfCan make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.

Blind mouths! That scarce themselves know how to holdA sheep-hook.

Unless an age too late, or coldClimate, or years damp my intended wing.

Hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce,Strive here for mast'ry.

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.

Before mine eyes in opposition sitsGrim Death my son and foe.

Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd.

What boots it at one gate to make defense,And at another to let in the foe?