Maxioms by John Milton
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.
And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.
There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.
There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.
So spake the Fiend, and with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deed.
So spake the Fiend, and with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deed.
A limbo large and broad, since call'd
The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.
A limbo large and broad, since call'd
The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.
