"They looking back, all th Eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late thir happie seat, Wavd over by that flaming Brand, the Gate With dreadful Faces throngd and fierie Armes: Som natural tears they dropd, but wipd them soon; The World was all before them, where to choose Thir place of rest, and Providence thir guide: They hand in hand with wandring steps and slow, Through EDEN took thir solitarie way."
"And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In service high, and anthems clear As may, with sweetness, through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes."
John Milton"Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain."
John Milton"Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam."
John Milton"Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie."
John Milton"He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem."
John Milton"Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race: Call on the lazy leaden-stepping Hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummets pace; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross."
John Milton