They changed their minds, Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell.

— John Milton

Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being GAV'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?

— John Milton

Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.

— John Milton

Thou therefore on these Herbs, and Fruits, and Flow'rs Feed first, on each Beast next, and Fish, and Fowl, No homely morsels, and whatever thing The Scythe of Time mows down, devour spar'd, Till I in Man residing through the Race, His thoughts, his looks, words, actions all infect, And season him thy last and sweetest prey.

— John Milton

Th' unconquerable will, / And study of revenge, immortal hate, / And courage never to submit or yield/ And what is else not to be overcome?

— John Milton

Time is the subtle thief of youth.

— John Milton

To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night. From his watchtower in the skies Til the dappled dawn doth rise.

— John Milton

What hath night to do with sleep?

— John Milton

Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...

— John Milton

Where more is meant than meets the ear.

— John Milton