The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well. John Milton More Quotes by John Milton More Quotes From John Milton Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship. John Milton solemnitywondermay 'Paradise Lost' is one of the books which the reader admires and lays down, and forgets to take up again. None ever wished it longer than it is. John Milton paradisedown-andbook See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing. John Milton golden-daysjoylove The whole freedom of man consists either in spiritual or civil liberty. John Milton freedomspiritualmen 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. John Milton patheducationfirsts Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song. John Milton songsweetbird Man hath his daily work of body or mind Appointed, which declares his dignity, And the regard of Heav'n on all his ways. John Milton bodymindmen The best apology against false accusers is silence. John Milton accusersapologysilence I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat. John Milton dustracerunning A beardless cynic is the shame of nature. John Milton cynicshamecynicism No mighty trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. John Milton palecellsinspire Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss John Milton lovelydevilloss 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. John Milton chimesteachvirtue This is the month, and this the happy morn, John Milton christmaskingsmother The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear. John Milton voiceangelears To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering. John Milton miserableweaknesssuffering As in an organ from one blast of wind John Milton breathemusicwind Retiring from the popular noise, I seek John Milton noiseeaseretirement Hide me from day's garish eye. John Milton murmuringeye I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle. John Milton flauntingivywatches
