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A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.
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God sure esteems the growth and completing of one virtuous person, more that the restraint of ten vicious.
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Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
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Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.
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Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
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Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
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Fear of change perplexes monarchs.
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Come knit hands, and beat the ground in a light fantastic round
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Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.
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Who can in reason then or right assume monarchy over such as live by right his equals, if in power or splendor less, in freedom equal?
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As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace?
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Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
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Solitude sometimes is best society.
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Here we may reign secure and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
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Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all.
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By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes.
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Me miserable! Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell myself am hell And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
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For so I created them free and free they must remain.
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Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.
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God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest They also serve who only stand and wait.
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