Quotes from John Milton

The planets in their stations list'ning stood, while the bright pomp ascended jubilant. Open, ye everlasting gates, they sung, open, ye heavens, your living doors; let in the great Creator from his work return'd magnificent, his six days' work, a world.

Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance.

By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.

A bevy of fair women.

Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel.

As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye.

He onward came; far off his coming shone.

Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high of Providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

Praising the lean and sallow abstinence.

Hail divinest Melancholy.

Dark with excessive bright.

Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.