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John Milton Quotes

1608–1674 England

John Milton (9 December 1608 – 8 November 1674) was an English poet, polemicist, 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 most famous for his epic poem Paradise Lost (1667), written in blank verse.

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Also known as: Milton, Milton, John, Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce

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Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing
Such notes as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

Il Penseroso (1631)

Though throned in highest bliss
Equal to God, and equally enjoying
God-like fruition.

So dear I love him, that with him all deaths
I could endure, without him live no life.

Behind her Death
Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet
On his pale horse.

But O the heavy change, now thou art gone,
Now thou art gone and never must return!

Lycidas (1637)

Be frustrate, all ye stratagems of Hell,
And devilish machinations come to nought.

Paradise Regained (1671)

When Adam first of men,
To first of women Eve, thus moving speech,
Turn'd him all ear to hear new utterance flow.

Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

Death
Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be filled.

That in such righteousness
To them by faith imputed they may find
Justification towards God, and peace
Of conscience.

And add to these retired Leisure,
That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.

Il Penseroso (1631)

I fled, and cried out Death;
Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd
From all her caves, and back resounded Death.

Socrates * * *
Whom, well inspir'd, the oracle pronounc'd
Wisest of men.

Paradise Regained (1671)

For I no sooner in my heart divin'd,
My heart, which by a secret harmony
Still moves with thine, joined in connection sweet.

Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought
The better fight.

Have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern god of sea.

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot
Which men call Earth.

Comus (1637)

Into this wild abyss,
The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.

Where eldest Night
And Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold
Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.

Our torments also may in length of time
Become our elements.

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Milton (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.