John Milton

But zeal moved thee;
To please thy gods thou didst it!

But zeal moved thee;
To please thy gods thou didst it!

But let my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloisters pale,
And love the high read more

But let my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloisters pale,
And love the high embowed roof,
With antique pillars massy proof,
And storied windows richly dight;
Casting a dim religious light.

Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.

Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.

'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity;
She that has that is clad in complete steel,
And, like a read more

'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity;
She that has that is clad in complete steel,
And, like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen,
May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths,
Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds;
Where, through the sacred rays of chastity,
No savage fierce, bandite, or mountaineer,
Will dare to soil her virgin purity.

The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.

The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.