He who reigns within himself and rules his passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.— John Milton
The most practical John Milton quotes that are free to learn and impress others
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.
He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.
Where no hope is left, is left no fear.
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!
Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.
I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.
Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train.
Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.
I will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble Education;
laborious indeed at first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.
These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, not bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.
Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.
No mighty trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.
When we speak of knowing God, it must be understood with reference to man's limited powers of comprehension. God, as He really is, is far beyond man's imagination, let alone understanding. God has revealed only so much of Himself as our minds can conceive and the weakness of our nature can bear.
The timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight inclines Our eyelids.
All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.
Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.
Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless.
Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And do they only stand By ignorance? Is that their happy state, The proof of their obedience and their faith? O fair foundation laid whereon to build Their ruin!
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.
Believe and be confirmed.
Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell, By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale.
Beauty is God's handwriting-a wayside sacrament.
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed.
The whole freedom of man consists either in spiritual or civil liberty.
The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.
Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.
In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.