Maxioms by John Milton
The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.
The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.
That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.
That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.
We see things not as they are but as we are.
We see things not as they are but as we are.
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand read more
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt.
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
