Quotes from John Milton

Sweet the coming on. Of grateful evening mild; then silent night. With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.

How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! how glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.

Since good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows.

Calm of mind, all passion spent.

O fairest of creation! last and best of all God's works! creature in whom excell'd whatever can to sight or thought be form'd, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defac'd, deflower'd, and now to Death devote?

Him the Almighty Power Hurl'd headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwellIn adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th' Omnipotent to arms.

Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace and rest can never dwell, hope never comes that comes to all.

The wakeful nightingale, she all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd: now glow'd the firmament with living sapphires: Hesperus, that led the starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.

He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.

Such strains as would have won the ear of Pluto, to have quite set free his half-regain'd Eurydice. These delights, if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee, I mean to live.

For now I see peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.

Thrice he assay'd, and thrice, in spite of scorn,Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.