Maxioms by John Milton
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
By merit raised
To that bad eminence.
By merit raised
To that bad eminence.
But O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
But O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.
Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.
. . . 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.
