Maxioms by John Milton
A crown
Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns,
Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless read more
A crown
Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns,
Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights
To him who wears the regal diadem.
When the waves are round me breaking,As I pace the deck alone,And my eye in vain is seekingSome green leaf read more
When the waves are round me breaking,As I pace the deck alone,And my eye in vain is seekingSome green leaf to rest upon;What would not I give to wanderWhere my old companions dwell?Absence makes the heart grow fonder,Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! - Paradise Lost.
No mighty trance, or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
No mighty trance, or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
But his zeal
None seconded, as out of season judged,
Or singular and rash.
But his zeal
None seconded, as out of season judged,
Or singular and rash.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.
