Quotes from John Milton

But God himself is truth; in propagating which, as men display a greater integrity and zeal, they approach nearer to the similitude of God, and possess a greater portion of his love.

They are the troublers, they are the dividers of unity, who neglect and don't permit others to unite those dissevered pieces which are yet wanting to the body of Truth.

Apostate, still thou err'st, nor end wilt find Offering, from the paths of truth remote.

Heav'nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate

License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.

It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit, Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit.

Freely we serve, Because we freely love, as in our will To love or not; in this we stand or fall.

O when meet now Such pairs, in love and mutual honour joined?

Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.

And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?

The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.

Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her birth.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night. From his watchtower in the skies, Til the dappled dawn doth rise.

A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: 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.

Knowledge cannot defile, nor consequently the books, if the will and conscience be not defiled.

Servant of God, well done! Well hast thou fought The better fight.

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

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

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

God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts; who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best; His state Is kingly; thousands at His bidding speed And post o'er land and ocean without rest - They also serve who only stand and wait.

Since good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows.