John Milton Quotes

Death to life is crown or shame.

Calm of mind, all passion spent.

All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

Not willingly, but tangl’d in the fold Of dire necessity.

Evil news rides post, while good news baits.

Lords are lordliest in their wine.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possessed.

At distance I forgive thee, go with that.

In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.

That grounded maxim So rife and celebrated in the mouths Of wisest men; that to the public good Private respects must yield.

God of our Fathers, what is man! That thou towards him with hand so various, Or might I say contrarious, Temperst thy providence through his short course, Not evenly, as thou rul’st The angelic orders and inferior creatures mute, Irrational and brute.

My race of glory run, and race of shame, And I shall shortly be with them that rest.

So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In her functions weary of herself.

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

Salve to thy sores, apt words have power to suage The tumours of a troubl’d mind, And are as Balm to fester’d wounds.

Thou art become (O worst imprisonment!) The Dungeon of thy self.

To live a life half dead, a living death.

If it be true That light is in the soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as th’eye confin’d?