John Milton

Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

But what will not ambition and revenge
Descend to? who aspires must down as low
As high read more

But what will not ambition and revenge
Descend to? who aspires must down as low
As high he soar'd, obnoxious first and last
To basest things.

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; or no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected read more

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; or no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them

Who can enjoy alone?
Or all enjoying what contentment find?

Who can enjoy alone?
Or all enjoying what contentment find?

. . . And when night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown read more

. . . And when night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.