John Milton Quotes

What hath night to do with sleep?

Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.

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

He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.

How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo’s lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar’d sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns.

His tongue dropt manna, and could make the worse appear the better reason.

There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.

No worthy enterprise can be done by us without continual plodding and wearisomeness to our faint and sensitive abilities.

For now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.

Our country is wherever we are well off.