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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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Wisdom's self oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, where with her best nurse Contemplation, she plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings that in the various bustle of resort were all to-ruffled, and sometimes impaired.
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Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
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There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
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A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses
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God, who oft descends to visit men Unseen, and through their habitations walks To mark their doings.
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Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny for no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.
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And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
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It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.
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Where there is much desire to learn, there of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, for opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.
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Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
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Hide me from day's garish eye.
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With thee conversing I forget all time.
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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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Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
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It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.
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Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.
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Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
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And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.
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Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
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Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.
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