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
divinely fit love
She fair, divinely fair, fit love for Gods.
imitate knowledge learning love
The end of learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love Him and imitate Him.
freely love serve stand
Freely we serve / Because we freely love, as in our will / To love or not; in this we stand or fall.
dear deaths love
So dear I love him that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.
awful devil felt goodness lovely saw shape virtue
Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely
freedom good hath heartily license love none rest scope tyrants
None can love freedom heartily but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license which never hath more scope than under tyrants
dignity gesture grace love
Grace was in all her steps, Heav'n in her Eye, In every gesture dignity and love
alone climb feeble follow higher itself love stoop teach virtue
Mortals, that would follow me, / 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.
love nor permit short thou thy
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st, Live well, how long or short permit to heav'n
love obey whom
Be strong, live happy, and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey
fresh last tomorrow
At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue; / Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
madness
Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, / And moon-struck madness.
belated dreams fairy forest midnight moon overhead peasant side whose
Fairy elves, / Whose midnight revels, by a forest side / Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, / Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon / Sits arbitress.
contagion flashy foul hungry lean mist pipes rank rot sheep songs wretched
And when they list, their lean and flashy songs / Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw, / 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.