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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
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The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.
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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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So little knows Any, but God alone, but perverts best things To worst abuse, or to their meanest use.
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Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.
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My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.
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Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.
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Solitude sometimes is best society.
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Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.
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How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
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Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones Forget not.
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The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
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Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.
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And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.
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Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress.
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The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.
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Man hath his daily work of body or mind Appointed.
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Nor from hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place.
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Indu'd With sanctity of reason.
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It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit, Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit.
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