Maxioms by John Milton
Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt read more
Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe
That all was lost.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence.
What does not destroy me, makes me strong.
What does not destroy me, makes me strong.
Law can discover sin, but not remove,
Save by those shadowy expiations weak.
Law can discover sin, but not remove,
Save by those shadowy expiations weak.
