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He that has light within his own cleer brestMay sit ith center, and enjoy bright day,But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughtsBenighted walks under the mid-day Sun;Himself is his own dungeon.
-John Milton
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The power of Kings and Magistrates is nothing else, but what is only derivative, transferrd and committed to them in trust from the People, to the Common good of them all, in whom the power yet remaines fundamentally, and cannot be takn from them, without a violation of thir natural birthright.
-John Milton
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For man he seemsIn all his lineaments, though in his faceThe glimpses of his Fathers glory shine.
-John Milton
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Age
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How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
-John Milton
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Agreement
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Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.
-John Milton
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Alcohol/Alcoholism
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And when night, darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
-John Milton
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Angels
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Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth unseen, both when we sleep and when we awake.
-John Milton
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Architecture
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Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers; nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell.
-John Milton
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Aristocracy
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Lords are lordliest in their wine.
-John Milton
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Astronomy
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Adam inquires concerning celestial motions, is doubtfully answered, and exhorted to search rather things more worthy of knowledge.
-John Milton
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Authors & Writing
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Let those who would write heroic poems make their life an heroic poem.
-John Milton
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Censorship
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As good almost kill a man as kill a good book; who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
-John Milton
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Change
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Fear of change perplexes monarchs.
-John Milton
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Character
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He that has light within his own clear breast may sit in the center, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts benighted walks under the mid-day sun;
-John Milton
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Chastity
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'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity. She that has that is clad in complete steel, and like a quivered nymph with arrows keen may trace huge forests and unharbored heaths, infamous hills and sandy perilous wilds, where through the sacred rays of chastity, no savage fierce, bandit, or mountaineer will dare to soil her virgin purity.
-John Milton
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So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt.
-John Milton, Comus
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Chocolate
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Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.
-John Milton, The Devils Advocate
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Communication
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Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.
-John Milton
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Control
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He who reins within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king
-John Milton
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Conversation
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With thee conversing I forget all time.
-John Milton
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Crying
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Tears such as angels weep.
-John Milton
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Death
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Here at last
We shall be free;
the Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.
-John Milton, Paradise Lost
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Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
-John Milton
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How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! how glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.
-John Milton
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Evil
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What wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear without the knowledge of evil? He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true wayfaring Christian.
-John Milton
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Books by and about John Milton