John Milton

Thus I set my printless feet
O'er the cowslip's velvet head,
That bends not as I tread.

Thus I set my printless feet
O'er the cowslip's velvet head,
That bends not as I tread.

Luck is the residue of design.

Luck is the residue of design.

So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse
Met ever, and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o'er read more

So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse
Met ever, and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o'er though desperate of success.

What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?

What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?

Without his rod revers'd,
And backward mutters of dissevering power.

Without his rod revers'd,
And backward mutters of dissevering power.