Paradise Regained Quotes

“Yet he who reigns within himself, and rules
Passions, desires, and fears, is more a king.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“The childhood shows the man,
As morning shows the day.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“Who reads
Incessantly, and to his reading brings not
A spirit and judgment equal or superior,
(And what he brings what needs he elsewhere seek?)
Uncertain and unsettled still remains,
Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“The happy place
Imparts to thee no happiness, no joy --
Rather inflames thy torment, representing
Lost bliss, to thee no more communicable;
So never more in Hell than when in Heaven.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“But to guide nations in the way of Truth
By saving Doctrine, and from error lead
To know, and knowing worship God aright,
Is yet more knightly, this attracts the Soul,
Governs the inner man, the nobler part,
That other o'er the body only reigns,
And oft by force, which to a generous mind
so reigning can be no sincere delight.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“Much of the Soul they talk, but all awry;
And in themselves seek virtue; and to themselves
All glory arrogate, to God give none”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“Most men admire
Virtue who follow not her lore.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“So spake Israel's true king, and to the Fiend
Made answer meet, that made void all his wiles.
So fares it, when with truth falsehood contends.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“He who receives
Light from above, from the Fountain of Light,
No other doctrine needs, though granted true;
But these are false, or little else but dreams,
Conjectures, fancies, built on nothing firm.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“Thither he bent his way, determined there
to rest at noon; and entered soon the shade
high roofed, and walks beneath, and alleys brown,
That opened in the midst a woody scene;
Nature's own work it seemed, Nature-taught Art”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“Extol not riches, then, the toil of fools,
The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare; more apt
To slacken virtue and abate her edge
Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“ That who advances his glory, not their own,   Them he himself to glory will advance.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“ His weakness shall o'ercome Satanic strength,   And all the world, and mass of sinful flesh;   That all the Angels and aethereal Powers—   They now, and men hereafter—may discern   From what consummate virtue I have chose   This perfet man, by merit called my Son,   To earn salvation for the sons of men."     So spake the Eternal Father, and all Heaven   Admiring stood a space;”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“...чрезмерное чтение тяготит, говорят мудрые люди; кто непрерывно читает, не внося при этом ума и суждения, которые были бы равны или выше того, что он читает, тот всегда остается в нерешимости, в колебании; глубоко ученый по книгам, он чувствует пустоту в душе, и незрелый или отуманенный, принимает за избранные истины пустяки, ничего не стоящие игрушки, подобно тому, как дети собирают на берегу камешки.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“...стоик- в своей философской гордости, называемой им добродетелью. Его добродетельный человек мудр, совершенен; он обладает всем, считая себя равным Богу, и часто не стыдится присваивать себе преимущество, не страшась ни людей, ни Бога; он все презирает: богатство, удовольствие, страдания и муки, смерть и жизнь; жизнь он прекращает, когда ему вздумается, по крайней мере хвалится, что может так сделать, потому что вся эта скучная болтовня не более как пустое хвастовство или хитрые уловки, чтобы избежать изобличения.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“[...] However, many books,
Wise men have said, are wearisome; who reads
Incessantly, and to his reading brings not
A spirit and judgment equal or superior,
(And what he brings what needs he elsewhere seek?)
Uncertain and unsettled still remains,
Deep-versed in books and shallow in himself,
Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys
And trifles for choice matters, worth a sponge,
As children gathering pebbles on the shore.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“ Hail, Son of the Most High, heir of both Worlds,   Queller of Satan! On thy glorious work   Now enter, and begin to save Mankind."     Thus they the Son of God, our Saviour meek,   Sung victor, and, from heavenly feast refreshed,   Brought on his way with joy. He, unobserved,   Home to his mother's house private returned.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained

“  And now the sun with more effectual beams   Had cheered the face of earth, and dried the wet   From drooping plant, or dropping tree; the birds,   Who all things now behold more fresh and green,   After a night of storm so ruinous,   Cleared up their choicest notes in bush and spray,   To gratulate the sweet return of morn.”
― John Milton, Paradise Regained