Quotes
Quotes - Milton
The work under our labour grows Luxurious by restraint.
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not.
How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator?
A Spirit, zealous, as he seemed, to know More of the Almighty's works, and chiefly Man, God's latest image.
But his zeal None seconded, as out of season judged, Or singular and rash.
But zeal moved thee; To please thy gods thou didst it!
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