John Milton

For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.

For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.

Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight.

Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight.

For Solomon, he lived at ease, and full
Of honour, wealth, high fare, aimed not beyond
Higher read more

For Solomon, he lived at ease, and full
Of honour, wealth, high fare, aimed not beyond
Higher design than to enjoy his state.

Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.

Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.

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.