Or If Sion Hill Delight Thee More, And Siloa's Brook, That Flow'd Fast By The Oracle Of God.

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?--thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 269...
My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 18...
Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 383...
Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 239...
Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 71...
Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book x, Line 77...
Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 173...
And feel that I am happier than I know.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 282...
In discourse more sweet; For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.
Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute...