Maxioms by John Milton
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;
Thou read more
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.
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her own shape read more
Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her own shape how lovely; saw
And pined his loss.
