1,273 Quotes by John Milton

His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk’d with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.

Fate shall yield To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife.

Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason’s garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.

Death Grinn’d horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill’d.

So may’st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother’s lap.

For the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.

Implied Subjection, but requir’d with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv’d,- Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.

Yet I argue not Against Heav’n’s hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.

I thence invoke my thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.