John Milton

Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.

Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.

Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?

Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?

Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

A crown
Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns,
Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless read more

A crown
Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns,
Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights
To him who wears the regal diadem.

But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with theeCame not all hell broke loose? Is pain to themLess pain, less to be read more

But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with theeCame not all hell broke loose? Is pain to themLess pain, less to be fled, or thou than theyLess hardy to endure? Courageous chief,The first in flight from pain, hadst thou allegedTo thy deserted host this cause of flight,Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive. - Paradise Lost.