Maxioms by John Milton
If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble.
If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble.
'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel
'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel
Luck is the residue of design.
Luck is the residue of design.
Come, knit hands, and beat the ground
In a light fantastic round.
Come, knit hands, and beat the ground
In a light fantastic round.
When the waves are round me breaking,As I pace the deck alone,And my eye in vain is seekingSome green leaf read more
When the waves are round me breaking,As I pace the deck alone,And my eye in vain is seekingSome green leaf to rest upon;What would not I give to wanderWhere my old companions dwell?Absence makes the heart grow fonder,Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! - Paradise Lost.
