John Milton — "Hence, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred! How little yo…"
Hence, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!
Hence, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!
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"O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death."
"Truth is compared in Scripture to a streaming fountain; if her waters flow not in a perpetual progression, they sicken into a muddy pool of conformity and tradition."
"Licence they mean when they cry liberty."
"For neither do the spirits damned lose all their virtue, lest bad men should boast their specious deeds on earth."
"The world was all before them, where to choose their place of rest, and providence their guide."
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