John Milton

There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.

There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.

'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel

'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel

When thou attended gloriously from heaven,
Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send
Thy summoning read more

When thou attended gloriously from heaven,
Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send
Thy summoning archangels to proclaim
Thy dread tribunal.

Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

So glistered the dire Snake, and into fraud
Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree
Of read more

So glistered the dire Snake, and into fraud
Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree
Of Prohibition, root of all our woe.