Maxioms by John Milton
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeon, read more
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!
Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.
Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.