John Milton

His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and read more

His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and th' excess
Of glory obscured.

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; or no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected read more

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; or no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise,
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise,
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
To scorn delights, and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears,
And slits the thin-spun life.

Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.

Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.

Joking decides great things,
Stronger and better oft than earnest can.

Joking decides great things,
Stronger and better oft than earnest can.