Maxioms by John Milton
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence.
Dancing in the chequer'd shade.
Dancing in the chequer'd shade.
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.
What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?
What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?
