John Milton
John Milton
John Miltonwas an English poet, polemicist, and man of letters, and a civil servant for the Commonwealth of England under Oliver Cromwell. He wrote at a time of religious flux and political upheaval, and is best known for his epic poem Paradise Lost, written in blank verse...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth9 December 1608
art taken dust
In the sweat of thy face thou shalt eat bread, Till thou return unto the ground; for thou Out of the ground wast taken; know thy birth, For dust thou art, and shalt to dust return.
lying endure temper
For no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper.
night men day-and-night
God has set labor and rest, as day and night to men successive.
happiness feels knows
And feel that I am happier than I know.
greatness comfort doe
He alone is worthy of the appellation who either does great things, or teaches how they may be done, or describes them with a suitable majesty when they have been done; but those only are great things which tend to render life more happy, which increase the innocent enjoyments and comforts of existence, or which pave the way to a state of future bliss more permanent and more pure.
fate greatness hands
By a certain fate, great acts, and great eloquence have most commonly gone hand in hand, equalling and honoring each other in the same ages.
wise heart perfect
My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
god eye heart
What can 'scape the eye Of God, all-seeing, or deceive His heart. Omniscient!
god men unseen
God, who oft descends to visit men Unseen, and through their habitations walks To mark their doings.
children men
Let no man seek Henceforth to be foretold that shall befall Him or his children.
lows soar paradise-lost-book-9
Who aspires must down as low As high he soar'd.
fall ambition joy
With diadem and sceptre high advanced, The lower still I fall; only supreme In misery; such joy ambition finds.
gratitude men race
A man may be ungrateful, but the human race is not so.
spiritual memories law
If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell could equal, for a spiritual being, what we should then feel from the anarchy of our powers. It would be conscious madness,--a horrid thought!