Maxioms by John Milton
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.
Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.
Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is read more
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial
To my proportion'd strength.
Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial
To my proportion'd strength.
