Maxioms by John Milton
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is read more
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
If by fire
Of sooty coal th' empiric alchymist
Can turn, or holds it possible to turn,
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If by fire
Of sooty coal th' empiric alchymist
Can turn, or holds it possible to turn,
Metals of drossiest ore to perfect gold.
Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.
Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.
In naked beauty more adorned
More lovely than Pandora.
In naked beauty more adorned
More lovely than Pandora.
