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.

Quote by John Milton

Topics: Death Quotes

A short retirement urges a sweet return

A short retirement urges a sweet return

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at...

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at...

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

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

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day

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

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

These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of...

These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of...

These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of...

These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of...

Craftiness is a quality in the mind and a vice in the character.

Craftiness is a quality in the mind and a vice in the character.

Calm of mind, all passion spent

Calm of mind, all passion spent

A mind not to be changed by place or time, the mind is its own...

A mind not to be changed by place or time, the mind is its own...

Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them...

Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them...

When complaints are freely heard, deeply considered and speedily reformed, then is the utmost bound...

When complaints are freely heard, deeply considered and speedily reformed, then is the utmost bound...

Time, the subtle thief of youth

Time, the subtle thief of youth

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.

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is...

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is...

Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought The better fight

Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought The better fight

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam

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

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

Fear is not in the habit of speaking truth; when perfect sincerity is expected, perfect...

Fear is not in the habit of speaking truth; when perfect sincerity is expected, perfect...

Freedom is that instant between when someone tells you to do something and when you...

Freedom is that instant between when someone tells you to do something and when you...