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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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No mighty trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
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I must not quarrel with the will Of highest dispensation, which herein, Haply had ends above my reach to know.
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So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.
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What is strength without a double share of wisdom?
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And that must end us, that must be our cure: To be no more. Sad cure! For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish, rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night Devoid of sense and motion?
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How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator?
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God, who oft descends to visit men Unseen, and through their habitations walks To mark their doings.
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O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
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Only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance, add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shall possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.
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Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.
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And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
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So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
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