Maxioms by John Milton
Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
To that bad eminence.
Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
To that bad eminence.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
To hear the lark begin his flight,
And singing startle the dull Night,
From his watch-tower in read more
To hear the lark begin his flight,
And singing startle the dull Night,
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise.
Luck is the residue of design.
Luck is the residue of design.
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
