And I will place within them as a guide My umpire conscience, whom if they will hear Light after light well used they shall attain, And to the end persisting, safe arrive. John Milton More Quotes by John Milton More Quotes From John Milton The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape. John Milton landscape elements clouds And sing to those that hold the vital shears; And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of gods and men is wound. John Milton shears fate men So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gathered, not harshly plucked, for death mature: This is old age; but then thou must outlive Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty, which will change To withered weak and grey. John Milton lap age mother As therefore the state of man now is, what wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear, without the knowledge of good and evil? John Milton good-and-evil evil men Blind mouths! That scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook. John Milton hook mouths sheep Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging low with sullen roar. John Milton sullen rising sound The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. John Milton sheep doors wind O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly. John Milton fading flower For to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. John Milton frail ease littles So glistered the dire Snake , and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all our woe. John Milton snakes roots mother Darkness now rose, as daylight sunk, and brought in low'ring Night her shadowy offspring. John Milton darkness rose night So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In her functions weary of herself. John Milton flats function spirit Fame, if not double fac'd, is double mouth'd, And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds; On both his wings, one black, the other white, Bears greatest names in his wild aery flight. John Milton names white wings On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder. John Milton thunder sound doors Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow. John Milton flow sweet looks To overcome in battle, and subdue Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest pitch Of human glory. John Milton home men war The timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight inclines Our eyelids. John Milton dew sleep fall New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ Large. John Milton priests Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene, and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view. John Milton cedars theatre views Nor from hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place. John Milton hell steps
