Maxioms by John Milton
Come and trip it as ye go,
On the light fantastic toe.
Come and trip it as ye go,
On the light fantastic toe.
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
Take heed lest passion sway
Thy judgment to do aught, which else fee will
Would not admit.
Take heed lest passion sway
Thy judgment to do aught, which else fee will
Would not admit.
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell,
. . . .
And boldly venture to read more
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell,
. . . .
And boldly venture to whatever place
Farthest from pain?
