Quote

Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not enthralled.

John Milton

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
Force
May
Never
Enthralled
Assailed
Unjust
Surprised
Virtue
Hurt

More quotes by John Milton

Image
Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.
John Milton
Image
Arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience as with triple steel.
John Milton
Image
For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrowers, among good authors is accounted Plagiarè.
John Milton
Image
Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
John Milton
Image
Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
John Milton
Image
Evil, be thou my good.
John Milton
Image
A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad.
John Milton
Image
Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
John Milton
Image
Witness this new-made world, another Heav'n From Heaven Gate not farr, founded in view On the clear Hyaline, the Glassie Sea Of amplitude almost immense, with Starr's Numerous, and every Starr perhaps a world Of destined habitation.
John Milton
Image
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.
John Milton
Image
Nor love thy life, nor hate but what thou livest, Live well how long, or short, permit to Heaven.
John Milton
Image
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.
John Milton
Image
Now came still evening on and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied for beast and bird, They to they grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale.
John Milton
Image
Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
John Milton
Image
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.
John Milton
Image
For books are as meats and viands are some of good, some of evil sub-stance.
John Milton
Image
Imparadis'd in one another's arms.
John Milton
Image
Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
John Milton
Image
God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest They also serve who only stand and wait.
John Milton
Image
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
John Milton