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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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John Milton. (1608–1674) (continued)
 
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    To compare
Great things with small. 1
          Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 921.
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    O’er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare,
With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way,
And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
          Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 948.
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    With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
Confusion worse confounded.
          Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 995.
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    So he with difficulty and labour hard
Mov’d on, with difficulty and labour he.
          Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1021.
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    And fast by, hanging in a golden chain,
This pendent world, in bigness as a star
Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.
          Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1051.
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    Hail holy light! offspring of heav’n first-born.
          Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 1.
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    The rising world of waters dark and deep.
          Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 11.
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    Thoughts that voluntary move
Harmonious numbers.
          Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 37.
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    Thus with the year
Seasons return; but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom or summer’s rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud instead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair
Presented with a universal blank
Of Nature’s works, to me expung’d and raz’d,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
          Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 40.
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    Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
          Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 99.
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    See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds,
With joy and love triumphing.
          Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 337.
 
Note 1.
Compare great things with small.—Virgil: Eclogues, i. 24; Georgics, iv. 176. Abraham Cowley: The Motto. John Dryden: Ovid, Metamorphoses, book i. line 727. Thomas Tickell: Poem on Hunting. Alexander Pope: Windsor Forest. [back]