Boast not of what thou would'st have done but do.

— John Milton

But first whom shall we sending search of this new world, whom shall we find Sufficient? Who shall tempt, with wand'ring feet The dark bottomed infinite abyss And through the palpable obscure find outhit uncouth way, or spread his aery flightUpborne with indefatigable wings Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive The happy isle?

— John Milton

But now at last the sacred influence Of light appears, and room the walls of Head'shoots far into the bosom of dim Night glimmering dawn; here Nature first begins her farthest verge, and Chaos to retirees from hero utmost works a broken foe With tumult less and with less hostile din,

— John Milton

But say I could repent and could obtained Act of Grace my former state: how soon would high real high thoughts; how soon unsay what feign'd submission swore: ease would recant vows made in pain, as violent and void. For never can true reconsignment grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep:which would but lead me to a worse relapse and heavier fall: so should I purchase cleave short intermission bought with double smart:This knows my punisher; therefore as far from granting here, as I from begging peace:All hope excluded thus, behold in stead of us out-cast, evil'd, his new delight, Mankind created, and for his this World. So farewell Hope, and with Hope barrel Fear, Farewel Remorse: all Good to me is lost.

— John Milton

But what more oft in Nations grown corrupt, And by this vices brought to servitude, Than to love Bondage more than Liberty, Bondage with ease than strenuous liberty;

— John Milton

Celestial light, shine inward...that I may see and tell of things invisible to mortal sight

— John Milton

Chaos and ancient Night, I come no spy, With purpose to explore or to disturb The secrets of your realm, but by constraint Wand'Ring this dark some desert, as my waylaid through your spacious empire up to light, Alone, and without guide, half lost, I seek What the readiest path leads where your gloomy bounds Confine with Head'n; or if so mother place From your Dominion won, the' Ethereal King Possesses lately, thither to arrived travel this profound, direct my course; Directed no mean recompense it brings To your be hoof, if I that Region lost, All usurpation then expelled, reduce To her original darkness and your sway (Which is my present journey) and once more Erect the Standard there of ancient Night; Yours be the' advantage all, mine the revenge.970-987

— John Milton

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

— John Milton

Come let us haste, the stars grow high, But night sits monarch yet in the mid-sky.

— John Milton

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to its possessor.

— John Milton