Luck is the residue of design.
– John Milton
- Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth. – John Milton
- Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law. – John Milton
- Most men admire Virtue, who follow not her lore. – John Milton
- Time, the subtle thief of youth. – John Milton
- Who, as they sung, would take the prison’d soul And lap it in Elysium. – John Milton
- No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set. – John Milton
- He’s gone, and who knows how may he report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame? – John Milton
- The rising world of waters dark and deep. – John Milton
- Who overcomes by force hath overcome but half his foe. – John Milton
- In solitude What happiness, who can enjoyalone, Or all enjoying, what contentment find? – John Milton
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