How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns

Quote by John Milton

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Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel...

Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel...

Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, but must be current.

Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, but must be current.

It is not miserable to be blind; it is miserable to be incapable of enduring...

It is not miserable to be blind; it is miserable to be incapable of enduring...

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; or no power that is not limited by...

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; or no power that is not limited by...

Time, the subtle thief of youth

Time, the subtle thief of youth

They also serve who only stand and wait.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.

True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.

If there be any difference among professed believers as to the sense of Scripture, it...

If there be any difference among professed believers as to the sense of Scripture, it...

A short retirement urges a sweet return

A short retirement urges a sweet return

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.

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

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

A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows...

A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows...

The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by...

The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by...

Far from all resort of mirth, / Save the cricket on the hearth!

Far from all resort of mirth, / Save the cricket on the hearth!

'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel

'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel

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

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

For solitude is sometimes best society, And short retirement urges sweet return

For solitude is sometimes best society, And short retirement urges sweet return

Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.

Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.

Calm of mind, all passion spent

Calm of mind, all passion spent

None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but licence.

None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but licence.