Maxioms by John Milton
Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion.
Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion.
And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning praised
God and his works.
And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning praised
God and his works.
Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.
Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.
And in requital ope his leathern scrip,
And show me simples of a thousand names,
Telling their read more
And in requital ope his leathern scrip,
And show me simples of a thousand names,
Telling their strange and vigorous faculties.
