Maxioms by John Milton
So many laws argues so many sins.
So many laws argues so many sins.
Luck is the residue of design.
Luck is the residue of design.
Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire.
Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire.
Surer to prosper than prosperity could have assur'd us.
Surer to prosper than prosperity could have assur'd us.
In discourse more sweet,
(For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,)
Others apart sat on a read more
In discourse more sweet,
(For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,)
Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high
Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate,
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.
