John Milton
John Milton
John Miltonwas an English poet, polemicist, and man of letters, and a civil servant for the Commonwealth of England under Oliver Cromwell. He wrote at a time of religious flux and political upheaval, and is best known for his epic poem Paradise Lost, written in blank verse...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth9 December 1608
freedom good hath heartily license love none rest scope tyrants
None can love freedom heartily but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license which never hath more scope than under tyrants
dost heart prefer pure temples thou upright
Thou O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure
heard nor sound
Nor war, or battle's sound / Was heard the world around.
hear slow sullen swinging
I hear the far-off curfew sound, / Over some wide-watered shore, / Swinging slow with sullen roar.
against argue bear hand heart nor onward steer
I argue not against heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot of heart or hope, but still bear up, and steer right onward
strong heart men
There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.
good-luck heart son
Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.
heart men spirit
Spirits that live throughout, Vital in every part, not as frail man, In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, Cannot but by annihilating die.
heart hands bears
Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
wise heart perfect
My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
god eye heart
What can 'scape the eye Of God, all-seeing, or deceive His heart. Omniscient!
wise truth heart
Thy actions to thy words accord; thy words To thy large heart give utterance due; thy heart; Contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
stars heart eye
These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, not bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
stars heart science
Aristotle ... imputed this symphony of the heavens ... this music of the spheres to Pythagorus. ... But Pythagoras alone of mortals is said to have heard this harmony ... If our hearts were as pure, as chaste, as snowy as Pythagoras' was, our ears would resound and be filled with that supremely lovely music of the wheeling stars.