Maxioms by John Milton
So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.
So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.
And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.
And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.
Thus I set my printless feet
O'er the cowslip's velvet head,
That bends not as I tread.
Thus I set my printless feet
O'er the cowslip's velvet head,
That bends not as I tread.
The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
These false pretexts and varnished colours failing,
Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear.
These false pretexts and varnished colours failing,
Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear.
