Maxioms by John Milton
If all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, read more
If all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,
Th' All-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd.
Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.
Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.
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.
A smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
A smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
