John Milton
Quotes
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
That would be wooed, and not unsought be won.
Death...on his pale horse.
How gladly would I meet
Mortality my sentence, and be earth
Insensible! how glad would lay me down
As in my mother's lap!
The sum of earthly bliss.
Smiles from reason flow,
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.
Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue
The visual nerve, for he had much to see.
The work under our labour grows,
Luxurious by restraint.
A bevy of fair women.
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st
Live well; how long or short permit to Heaven.
Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part;
Do thou but thine.
My unpremeditated verse.
