Maxioms by John Milton
But O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
But O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
Execrable son! so to aspire
Above his brethren, to himself assuming
Authority usurp'd, from God not given.
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Execrable son! so to aspire
Above his brethren, to himself assuming
Authority usurp'd, from God not given.
He gave us only over beast, fish, fowl,
Dominion absolute; that right we hold
By his donation; but man over men
He made not lord; such title to himself
Reserving, human left from human free.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
