Maxioms by John Milton
Luck is the residue of design.
Luck is the residue of design.
Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought
The better fight.
Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought
The better fight.
He's gone, and who knows how may he report
Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
He's gone, and who knows how may he report
Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
Though throned in highest bliss
Equal to God, and equally enjoying
God-like fruition.
Though throned in highest bliss
Equal to God, and equally enjoying
God-like fruition.
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
