Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half.

Consult.../what reinforcement we may gain from hope,/If not, what resolution from despair.

Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.

From his lips/Not words alone pleased her.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen both when we wake and when we sleep.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure; and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.

Go; for thy stay, not free, absents thee more.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

The griding sword with discontinuous wound Pass'd through him, but th' Ethereal substance clos'd Not long divisible, and from the gash A stream of Nectarous humor issuing flow'd Sanguin, such as Celestial Spirits may bleed, And all his Armour staind ere while so bright.

Ah, why should all mankind For one mans fault thus guiltless be condemn'd, If guiltless? But.

Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.

They are the troublers, they are the dividers of unity, who neglect and don't permit others to unite those dissevered pieces which are yet wanting to the body of Truth.

I fear yet this iron yoke of outward conformity hath left a slavish print upon our necks: the ghost of a linnen decency yet haunts us.

I thence invoke my thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.

What is strength without a double share of wisdom?

High on a throne of royal state, which far.

Firm they might have stood, yet fell; remember, and fear to transgress.

The goal of all learning is to repair the ruin of our first parents.

Though all winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and falsehood grapple, who ever knew truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter.

To morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit.

God doth not need either man's work or his own gifts, who best bear his milde yoak, they serve his best, his State is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed and post o're Land and Ocean without rest: they also serve who only stand and waite.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded; and Heav'n Gates Pourd out by millions her victorious Bands Pursuing. I upon my Frontieres here Keep.

Ordain'd by thee, and this delicious place For us too large, where thy abundance wants Partakers, and uncropt falls to the ground. But thou hast promis'd from us two a Race To fill the Earth, who shall with us extoll Thy goodness infinite, both.

His blessed count'nance; here I could frequent, With worship, place by place where he voutsaf'd Presence Divine, and to my Sons relate; On this Mount he appeerd, under this Tree Stood visible, among these Pines his voice I heard, here with him at this Fountain talk'd: So.

Long is the way and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.

Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit/Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste/Brought death into the world, and all our woe,/With loss of Eden, till one greater Man/Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,/Sing heavenly muse.

The wife, where danger or dishonor lurks, safest and seemliest by her husband stays, who guards her, or with her the worst endures.

Deep-versed in books and shallow in himself.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Upon himself; horror and doubt distract His troubl'd thoughts, and from the bottom stirr The Hell within him, for within him Hell He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step no more then from himself can fly By.

So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair that ever since in love's embraces met -- Adam, the goodliest man of men since born his sons; the fairest of her daughters Eve.

Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness.

Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?

How soon hath Time the subtle thief of youth Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year.

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

Upon her Center pois'd, when on a day (For Time, though in Eternitie, appli'd To motion, measures all things durable By present, past, and future) on such.

Censors rake through the entrails of many an old good author, with a violation worse than any could be offered to his tomb.

Let us not then suspect our happie State Left so imperfet by the Maker wise, As not secure to single or combin'd. Fraile is our happiness, if this be so, And EDEN were no EDEN thus expos'd.

And on their naked limbs the flowry roof/Show'r'd Rose, which the Morn repair'd.

Rhyme being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse (in longer works especially) but the invention of a barbarous Age, to set off wretched matter ...

Silence was pleased.

Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost; Evil, be thou my good.

May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from Eternitie, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or.

Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.