Quote #81
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
More from John Milton
- Hence vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred!
- And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
- Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto, to have quite set free His half-regained Eurydice. These delights, if thou canst give, Mir…
- Forget thyself to marble.
- Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.
- And join with thee, calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
- And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. T…
- And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.