Maxioms by John Milton
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
Come and trip it as ye go,
On the light fantastic toe.
Come and trip it as ye go,
On the light fantastic toe.
Take heed lest passion sway
Thy judgment to do aught, which else fee will
Would not admit.
Take heed lest passion sway
Thy judgment to do aught, which else fee will
Would not admit.
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.
