Quotes from John Milton

He knew himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.

Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.

Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.

The brazen throat of war.

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once moreYe myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.

I walk unseen on the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, like one that had been led astray through the heav'n's wide pathless way, and oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.

Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve.

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

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden.

Ladies, whose bright eyes rain influence, and judge the prize.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end; Not wedlock-treachery.

Virtue could see to do what virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, where, with her best nurse contemplation, she plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings.