John Milton

Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.

Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.

Or arm th' obdured breast
With stubborn patience as with triple steel.

Or arm th' obdured breast
With stubborn patience as with triple steel.

The hasty multitude
Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise,
And some the architect: his hand was read more

The hasty multitude
Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise,
And some the architect: his hand was known
In heaven by many a tower'd structure high,
Where scepter'd angels held their residence,
And sat as princes.

Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?

Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?

These false pretexts and varnished colours failing,
Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear.

These false pretexts and varnished colours failing,
Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear.