1,273 Quotes by John Milton

But hail thou Goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy, Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O’erlaid with black, staid Wisdom’s hue.

What if Earth be but the shadow of Heaven and things therein – each other like, more than on Earth is thought?

He who tempts, though in vain, at last asperses The tempted with dishonor foul, supposed Not incorruptible of faith, not proof Against temptation.

Now the bright morning-star, day’s harbinger, comes dancing from the east.

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.

Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportion’d strength.

Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman’s axe lies free, And the reaper’s work is done.

I must not quarrel with the will Of highest dispensation, which herein, Haply had ends above my reach to know.

Day and night, Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost Shall hold their course, till fire purge all things new.