1,273 Quotes by John Milton

Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav'n.

For neither man nor angel can discern / Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks / Invisible, except to God alone.

Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing / Such notes are warbled to the string / Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, / Confusion worse confounded.

Then to the well-trod stage anon, / If Jonson's learned sock be on, / Or sweetest Shakespeare fancy child, / Warble his native wood-notes wild.

Now came still evening on, and twilight gray had in her sober livery all things clad.

When I consider how my light is spent, / E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, / And that one talent which is death to hide / Lodged with me useless.

They who have put out the people's eyes, reproach them of their blindness.

The childhood shows the man as morning shows the day.