Quotes from John Milton

but to create Is greater than created to destroy.

As to embrace me she inclined, I waked she fled and day brought back my night.

Myself my sepulcher, a moving grave, Buried, yet not exempt By privilege of death and burial From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs, But made hereby obnoxious To all the miseries of life.

Had anyone written and divulged erroneous things and scandalous to honest life, misusing and forfeiting the esteem had of his reason among men, if after conviction this only censure were adjudged him that he should never henceforth write

Mustering their rage, and Heaven resembles Hell! As he our darkness, cannot we his light Imitate when we please?

As to my blindness, I would rather have mine, if it be necessary, than either theirs, More or yours.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began: The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist, Whispering new joys to the mild Ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.

that rake through the entrails of many an old good author, with a violation worse than any could be offered to his tomb.

Who now is sovereign can dispose and bid What shall be right: farthest from him is best

Freely we serve, because we freely love, as in our will to love or not; in this we stand or fall

Thus they in mutual accusation spent The fruitless hours, but neither self—condemning; And of their vain contest' appeared no end. (The closing lines of Book Nine, which illuminates The Fall.)

Hail, Son of the Most High, heir of both Worlds,   Queller of Satan! On thy glorious work   Now enter, and begin to save Mankind.     Thus they the Son of God, our Saviour meek,   Sung victor, and, from heavenly feast refreshed,   Brought on his way with joy. He, unobserved,   Home to his mother's house private returned.