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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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But O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
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Heaven, the seat of bliss, Brooks not the works of violence and war.
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First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.
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With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
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His sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.
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Believe and be confirmed.
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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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Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.
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The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
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Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.
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We shall sooner have the fowl by hatching the egg than by smashing it. Abraham Lincoln, White House speech 11 April 1865. Or arm th' obdured breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel.
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Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
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The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.
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And if by prayer Incessant I could hope to change the will Of Him who all things can, I would not cease To weary Him with my assiduous cries.
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Behold now this vast city [London] a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.
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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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Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.
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Th'invention all admir'd, and each, how he to be th'inventor miss'd so easy it seem'd once found, which yet unfound most would have thought impossible.
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Imparadis'd in one another's arms.
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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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