Maxioms by John Milton
Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
To that bad eminence.
Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
To that bad eminence.
Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.
Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.
So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse
Met ever, and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o'er read more
So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse
Met ever, and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o'er though desperate of success.
Adam, well may we labour, still to dress
This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower.
Adam, well may we labour, still to dress
This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower.
