Maxioms by John Milton
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, read more
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work, or His own gifts. Who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.".
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.
And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;
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O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
