Quote#Death
When I consider how my light is spent
Quote byJohn Milton · 1608–1674
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: On His Blindness (1652).
English (original)
When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless.
— John Milton
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