Quotes from John Milton
Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
— John Milton
Into a limbo large and broad, since calledThe Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
— John Milton
The star that bids the shepherd fold.
— John Milton
The starry copeOf heaven.
— John Milton
Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wailOr knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt,Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair,And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
— John Milton
Blind mouths! That scarce themselves know how to holdA sheep-hook.
— John Milton
Hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce,Strive here for mast'ry.
— John Milton
Before mine eyes in opposition sitsGrim Death my son and foe.
— John Milton
Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd.
— John Milton
What boots it at one gate to make defense,And at another to let in the foe?
— John Milton
Come, knit hands, and beat the ground,In a light fantastic round.
— John Milton
God is decreeing to begin some new and great period in His Church, even to the reforming of Reformation itself: what does He then but reveal Himself to His servants, and as His manner is, first to His Englishmen?
— John Milton