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

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...

Laws can discover sin, but not remove it

Laws can discover sin, but not remove it

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.

So farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear, Farewell Remorse: all Good to me is...

So farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear, Farewell Remorse: all Good to me is...

The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the...

The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the...

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

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

'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

Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him...

Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him...

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell,...

The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell,...

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought...

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought...

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named, not good

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named, not good

He that overcomes his passions, overcomes his greatest enemies

He that overcomes his passions, overcomes his greatest enemies

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.

Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

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

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

Cricket was my reason for living.

Cricket was my reason for living.

Down the mine I dreamed of cricket; I bowled imaginery balls in the dark; I...

Down the mine I dreamed of cricket; I bowled imaginery balls in the dark; I...