A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars—as starts to thee appear Soon in the galaxy, that milky way Which lightly as a circling zone thou seestPowder'd with stars.

— John Milton

Accuse not Nature she hath done her part Do thou but thine!

— John Milton

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe

— John Milton

A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

— John Milton

A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

— John Milton

A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

— John Milton

A grateful mind by owing not, but still pays, at once indebted and discharged; what burden then?

— John Milton

A heaven on earth.

— John Milton

All hell broke loose.

— John Milton

All is best, though we oft doubt, what the unsearchable dispose, of highest wisdom brings about.

— John Milton