Maxioms by John Milton
Some cursed fraud
Of enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown,
And me with thee hath ruined.
Some cursed fraud
Of enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown,
And me with thee hath ruined.
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is read more
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.
The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.
