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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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Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.
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Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
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Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,- Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.
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Angels contented with their face in heaven, Seek not the praise of men.
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These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, not bate a jot Of heart or hope but still bear up and steer Right onward.
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Aristotle ... imputed this symphony of the heavens ... this music of the spheres to Pythagorus. ... But Pythagoras alone of mortals is said to have heard this harmony ... If our hearts were as pure, as chaste, as snowy as Pythagoras' was, our ears would resound and be filled with that supremely lovely music of the wheeling stars.
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Who can enjoy alone? Or all enjoying what contentment find?
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So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lostEvil,be thou my good.
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Earth felt the wound and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
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What honour that, But tedious waste of time, to sit and hear So many hollow compliments and lies.
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