Maxioms by John Milton
Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.
Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire.
Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire.
Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?
Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?
