Despite his disdain in Areopagitica for ‘a fugitive and cloistered virtue’ that ‘never sallies out’, Milton was slow to sally out. He wrote most of his early poems under his father's roof. He did not work for a living until he was thirty and even then he worked as tutor to his nephews. When Civil War broke out, his younger brother Christopher took up arms for the king. The poet supported Parliament, but stayed home. ‘Sonnet 8’, the only poem in Poems of Mr. John Milton (1645) to mention the fact that a war is going on outside his front door, tries to keep the door closed. I begin my evaluation of Milton's poetry with this sonnet, for it ponders poetry's value in a hostile or indifferent world:

Milton wrote the poem early in the war, when the Royalists were advancing on London after the battle of Edgehill (23 October 1642). It is untitled in the 1645 volume, but in the Trinity manuscript it was originally titled ‘On his door when the City expected an assault’. In his 1942 novel Wife to Mr. Milton, Robert Graves presents Milton as pinning the poem to his door as a cowardly plea. This unflattering picture has had great influence. Most critics have tried to refute Graves by arguing that the poem's plea is ironic. Cleanth Brooks and John Hardy, writing a few years after Graves, insist that the ‘apparent arrogance and apparent timidity’ are ‘a joke’. Milton could never be so ‘naïve’ as to expect ‘the Royalist officer who knocked at the door to take the poem seriously’. As Campbell and Corns note, ‘the poem has deeply puzzled commentators.