And looks commencing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

— John Milton

And now without redemption all mankind Must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell By doom severe, had not the Son of God, In whom the fullness dwells of love divine, His dearest mediation thus renewed.' Father, Thy word is passed, man shall find grace;And shall grace not find means, that finds her way, The speediest of Thy winged messengers, To visit all Thy creatures, and to all Comes prevented, unemployed, unsought, Happy for man, so coming; he her Aidan never seek, once dead in sins and lost;Atonement for himself or offering meet, Indebted and undone, hath none to bring:Behold Me then, Me for him, life for life offer, on Me let Thine anger fall;Account Me man; I for his sake will leave Thy bosom, and this glory next to Thee Freely put off, and for him lastly die Well pleased, on Me let death wreak all his rage;Under his gloomy power I shall not longline vanquished; Thou hast given Me to possess Life in Myself forever, by Thee I live, Though now to death I yield, and am his Duvall that of Me can die, yet that debt paid, Thou wilt not leave Me in the loathsome grave His prey, nor suffer My unspotted soul Forever with corruption there to dwell;But I shall rise victorious, and subdue My vanquisher, spoiled of his vaunted spoil;Death his death's wound shall then receive, and stoop Inglorious, of his mortal sting disarmed.

— John Milton

And of the sixth day yet remained There wanted yet the master work, the endow all yet done: a creature who not prone And brute as other creatures but endued With sanctity of reason might erect His stature and, upright with front serene, Govern the rest, self-knowing, and from thence Magnanimous to correspond with Heaven, But grateful to acknowledge whence his good Descends, thither with heart and voice and eyes Directed in devotion to adore And worship God supreme who made him chief Of all His works.

— John Milton

And so sepulchered in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

— John Milton

As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature God's image but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself kills the image of God as it were in the eye.

— John Milton

Athens the eye of Greece mother of arts And eloquence.

— John Milton

Awake, arise or be forever fall’n.

— John Milton

Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.

— John Milton

Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!

— John Milton

Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

— John Milton