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
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Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to its possessor
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day
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Fame is but the breath of the people, and that often unwholesome
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought...
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Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And in the lowest deep a...
They also serve who only stand and wait.
Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.
Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities.
Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.
The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by...
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
I am a part of all that I have met
No human being is constituted to know the truth, the whole truth and nothing but...
Shakespeare knew the human mind, and its most minute and intimate workings, and he never...