Maxioms by John Milton
Far from all resort of mirth, / Save the cricket on the hearth!
Far from all resort of mirth, / Save the cricket on the hearth!
Farewell, remorse: all good to me is lost;
Evil, be thou my good.
Farewell, remorse: all good to me is lost;
Evil, be thou my good.
Of herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.
Of herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.
He seemed
For dignity compos'd and high exploit:
But all was false and hollow.
He seemed
For dignity compos'd and high exploit:
But all was false and hollow.
Left that command
Sole daughter of his voice.
Left that command
Sole daughter of his voice.
