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John Bartlett (1820–1905).  Familiar Quotations, 10th ed.  1919.
 
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John Milton. (1608–1674) (continued)
 
2794
    As ever in my great Taskmaster’s eye.
          On his being arrived to the Age of Twenty-three.
2795
    The great Emathian conqueror bid spare
The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower
Went to the ground.
          When the Assault was intended to the City.
2796
    That old man eloquent.
          To the Lady Margaret Ley.
2797
    That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.
          On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises.
2798
    License they mean when they cry, Liberty!
For who loves that must first be wise and good.
          On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises.
2799
    Peace hath her victories
No less renown’d than war.
          To the Lord General Cromwell.
2800
    Ev’n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipp’d stocks and stones.
          On the late Massacre in Piedmont.
2801
    Thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o’er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.
          On his Blindness.
2802
    What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,
Of Attic taste?
          To Mr. Lawrence.
2803
    In mirth that after no repenting draws.
          Sonnet xxi. To Cyriac Skinner.
2804
    For other things mild Heav’n a time ordains,
And disapproves that care, though wise in show,
That with superfluous burden loads the day,
And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.
          Sonnet xxi. To Cyriac Skinner.
2805
    Yet I argue not
Against Heav’n’s hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.
          Sonnet xxii. To Cyriac Skinner.
2806
    Of which all Europe rings from side to side.
          Sonnet xxii. To Cyriac Skinner.
2807
    But oh! as to embrace me she inclin’d,
I wak’d, she fled, and day brought back my night.
          On his Deceased Wife.
 

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