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Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.

Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

Reason is also choice.

Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed,
And daffodillies fill their cups with tears,
To strew the laureate to hearse when Lycid lies.

Retiring from the popular noise, I seek
This unfrequented place to find some ease.

The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.

Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, ...

Danger will wink on opportunity.

Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.

Day and night,
Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost
Shall hold their course, till fire purge all things new.

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.

Hope elevates, and joy
Brightens his crest.

That who advances his glory, not their own, Them he himself to glory will advance.

What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?

God, who oft descends to visit men
Unseen, and through their habitations walks
To mark their doings.

Calm of mind, all passion spent.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.

Behold now this vast city [London]; a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.

There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

Those whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme

And what is faith, love, virtue unassay'd alone, without exterior help sustained?

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.

Come let us haste, the stars grow high,
But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.

A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant.

And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse

When thou attended gloriously from heaven , Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send Thy summoning archangels to proclaim Thy dread tribunal.

Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.

In Physic, things of melancholic hue and quality are used against melancholy, sour against sour, salt to remove salt humors.

Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.

Assuredly we bring not innocence not the world, we bring impurity much rather: that which purifies us is trial, and trial is by what is contrary.

What if Earth be but the shadow of Heaven and things therein - each other like, more than on Earth is thought?

Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness.

In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.

Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.

with ambitious aim against the throne and monarchy of God rais'd impious war in Heav'n and battel proud

Let no man seek
Henceforth to be foretold that shall befall
Him or his children.

So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.

Solitude sometimes is best society.

His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd.

Believe and be confirmed.

Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child!

Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.

The mind is a universe and can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress.

A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.

On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

Let us descend now therefore from this top Of speculation.

The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.

It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

The Tree of Knowledge grew fast by, Knowledge of Good bought dear by knowing ill.

No mighty trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.

I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of Death.

Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.

Darkness now rose, as daylight sunk, and brought in low'ring Night her shadowy offspring.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?

Beyond is all abyss, eternity, whose end no eye can reach.

Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.

A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond / Frightened the reign of Chaos and old Night.

Thy actions to thy words accord; thy words
To thy large heart give utterance due; thy heart;
Contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.

The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.

And sing to those that hold the vital shears; And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of gods and men is wound.

And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.

New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ Large.

Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.

We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.

Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun , whose charmed cup Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a groveling swine?

Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.

O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!

And miserable it is to be to others cause of misery ...

Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger, comes dancing from the east.

So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In her functions weary of herself.

Ah, why should all mankind
For one man's fault, be condemned,
If guiltless?

Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.

...a dark
Illimitable ocean, without bound,
Without dimension; where length, breadth, and height,
And time, and place are lost;

Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.

Antichrist is Mammon's son.

The rising world of waters dark and deep.

Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.

Praise from an enemy smells of craft.

The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.

For what is glory but the blaze of fame?

A bevy of fair women.

The best apology against false accusers is silence.

Rose out of Chaos:

The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).

As therefore the state of man now is, what wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear, without the knowledge of good and evil?

From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.

Let us go forth and resolutely dare with sweat of brow to toil our little day.

Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.

And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.

Then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.