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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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If at great things thou would'st arrive, Get riches first, get wealth, and treasure heap, Not difficult, if thou hearken to me Riches are mine, fortune is in my hand, They whom I favor thrive in wealth amain, While virtue, valor, wisdom, sit in want.
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So on this windy sea of land, the Fiend Walked up and down alone bent on his prey.
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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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But O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
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Let none admire that riches grow in hell that soil may best deserve the precious bane.
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Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing.
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Time is the subtle thief of youth.
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Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child!
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Law can discover sin, but not remove, Save by those shadowy expiations weak.
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Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.
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Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.
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True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.
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Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.
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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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So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape.
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God shall be all in all.
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Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.
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Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
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Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
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And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
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