John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, read more
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work, or His own gifts. Who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.".
If all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, read more
If all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,
Th' All-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd.
Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue
The visual nerve, for he had much to see.
Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue
The visual nerve, for he had much to see.
In discourse more sweet,
(For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,)
Others apart sat on a read more
In discourse more sweet,
(For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,)
Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high
Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate,
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.
Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.
Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.
Impostor; do not charge most innocent Nature,
As if she would her children should be riotous
With read more
Impostor; do not charge most innocent Nature,
As if she would her children should be riotous
With her abundance; she, good cateress,
Means her provision only to the good,
That live according to her sober laws,
And holy dictate of spare temperance.
There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.
There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreprov'd pleasures read more
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreprov'd pleasures free.
Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.
