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
hate lucifer grows
Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...
encouraging encouragement understanding-god
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.
inspirational self-esteem self-respect
Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.
apology silence accusers
The best apology against false accusers is silence.
book reading spirit
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
life book soul
For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
book reading burning
He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
gratitude forever everyday
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.
gratitude forever thankfulness
Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.
golden iron keys last metals pilot
Last came, and last did go, / The Pilot of the Galilean lake, / Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain, / (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
create ear might ribs soul took
I was all ear / And took in strains that might create a soul / Under the ribs of Death.
bark built curses fatal rigged
It was that fatal and perfidious bark / Built in th' eclipse, and rigged with curses dark.
cannot knows people talk
Everyone knows that you cannot talk about people by name,
men ways
Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men