John Milton

Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.

Come and trip it as ye go_x000D_ _x000D_ On the light fantastic toe.

Luck is the residue of design.

But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.

Imparadis'd in one another's arms.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest,_x000D_ _x000D_ Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven.

For men to tell how human life began_x000D_ _x000D_ Is hard; for who himself beginning knew?

What reinforcement we may gain from hope;_x000D_ _x000D_ If not, what resolution from despair.

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; for no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.

Where no hope is left, is left no fear.

Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.

But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.

Time, though in Eternity, applied_x000D_ _x000D_ To motion, measures all things durable_x000D_ _x000D_ By present, past, and future.

What is dark within me, illumine.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.

Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?

Heaven is for thee too high To know what passes there; be lowly wise. Think only what concerns thee and thy being; Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there Live, in what state, condition, or degree, Contented that thus far hath been revealed.