John Milton Quotes - Page 10
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.
To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.
The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
Subdue By force, who reason for their law refuse, Right reason for their law.
Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.
In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.