John Milton Quotes - Page 8
It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.
Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.
If it come to prohibiting, there is aught more likely to be prohibited than truth itself.
As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.
And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens take his pleasure.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.
And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.
There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.