John Milton Quotes That Will Inspire You to Live Your Best Life

1. Freely we serveBecause we freely love, as in our willTo love or not; in this we stand or fall.

2. He who thinks we are to pitch our tent here, and have attained the utmost prospect of reformation that the mortal glass wherein we contemplate can show us, till we come to beatific vision, that man by this very opinion declares that he is yet far short of truth.

3. I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.

4. And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,That kings for such a tomb would wish to die. The Complete Poetry

5. Consult.../what reinforcement we may gain from hope,/If not, what resolution from despair. Paradise Lost

6. Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear

7. Henceforth an individual solace dear; Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim My other half: with that thy gentle hand Seisd mine, I yielded, and from that time see How beauty is excelld by manly grace. Paradise Lost

8. How can I live without thee, how forego Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined, To live again in these wild woods forlorn?Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no, no, I feel The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy stateMine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.However, I with thee have fixed my lot, Certain to undergo like doom; if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine; Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself. Paradise Lost

9. How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh, and crabbed as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfet raigns. Comus

10. How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!

11. Immortal amarant, a flower which onceIn paradise, fast by the tree of life,Began to bloom; but soon for man's offenceTo heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows,And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life,And where the river of bliss through midst of heavenRolls o'er elysian flowers her amber stream:With these that never fade the spirits electBind their resplendent locks. Paradise Lost

12. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. The Complete Poetry

13. What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,The labor of an age in pilèd stones,Or that his hallowed relics should be hidUnder a star-y-pointing pyramid?Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? The Complete Poetry

14. Where the bright seraphim in burning rowTheir loud uplifted angel trumpets blow. The Complete Poetry