John Milton

Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion.

Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion.

Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds,
At which the universal host up sent
A shout that tore hell's read more

Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds,
At which the universal host up sent
A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a
Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a
Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a goode booke, kills reason it read more

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a goode booke, kills reason it selfe.

So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand read more

So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt.