Maxioms by John Milton
In discourse more sweet,
(For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,)
Others apart sat on a read more
In discourse more sweet,
(For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,)
Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high
Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate,
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a goode booke, kills reason it read more
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a goode booke, kills reason it selfe.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
