Paradise Lost Book 1 Quotes

Paradise Lost Book 1 Quotes by John Milton and many others.

Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of lo

Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny’d, and are of love the food.
John Milton
Here we may reign secure; and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
John Milton
Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.
John Milton
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
John Milton
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
John Milton
Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.
John Milton
The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
John Milton
Of man’s first disobedience, and the fruit/Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste/Brought death into the world, and all our woe,/With loss of Eden, till one greater Man/Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,/Sing heavenly muse
John Milton
Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?
John Milton
Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
John Milton
As in an organ from one blast of wind
To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.
John Milton
What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.
John Milton
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv’d only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end.
John Milton
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th’ Etrurian shades High over-arch’d imbower.
John Milton
To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.
John Milton
Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav’n.
John Milton
From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer’s day; and with the setting sun Dropp’d from the Zenith like a falling star.
John Milton