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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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Shakespeare
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Where no hope is left, is left no fear.
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Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.
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Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.
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Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.
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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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Luck is the residue of design.
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And the earth self-balanced on her centre hung.
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Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, But must be current, and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss.
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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.
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Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.
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He who tempts, though in vain, at last asperses The tempted with dishonor foul, supposed Not incorruptible of faith, not proof Against temptation.
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These evils I deserve, and more . . . . Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.
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He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun Himself his own dungeon.
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Reason is also choice.
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Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat.
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Time is the subtle thief of youth.
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On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
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A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
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His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.
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We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.
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