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Quotes from Comus — John Milton

1608–1674 England

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Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?

Comus (1637)

Hast thou betrayed my credulous innocence
With vizor'd falsehood and base forgery?

Comus (1637)

None
But such as are good men can give good things,
And that which is not good, is not delicious
To a well-governed and wise appetite.

Comus (1637)

But now my task is smoothly done,
I can fly, or I can run.

Comus (1637)

Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Within thy airy shell,
By slow Meander's margent green,
And in the violet-embroidered vale.

Comus (1637)

The unsunn'd heaps
Of miser's treasures.

Comus (1637)

If all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,
Th' All-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd.

Comus (1637)

It is for homely features to keep home.
They had their name thence.

Comus (1637)

Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

Comus (1637)

Yet, where an equal poise of hope and fear
Does arbitrate the event, my nature is
That I incline to hope rather than fear,
And gladly banish squint suspicion.

Comus (1637)

Impostor; do not charge most innocent Nature,
As if she would her children should be riotous

Comus (1637)

It were a journey like the path to heaven,
To help you find them.

Comus (1637)

A stream of rich distill'd perfumes.

Comus (1634)

Danger will wink on opportunity.

Comus (1637)

Shepherd, I take thy word,
And trust thy honest offer'd courtesy,
Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds
With smoky rafters, than in tap'stry halls,
And courts of princes.

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Under the sooty flag of Acheron,
Harpies and Hydras.

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That moly
That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave.

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Unmuffle, ye faint stars; and thou fair Moon,
That wont'st to love the traveller's benison,
Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud,
And disinherit Chaos.

Comus (1637)

Who knows not Circe,
The daughter of the Sun, whose charmed cup
Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape,
And downward fell into a groveling swine?

Comus (1637)

He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun.

Comus (1637)

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