It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit,
More quotes by John Milton
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
Not for the body, but for the heart; companion and company are needed.
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
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