Maxioms by John Milton
Nor did there want
Cornice or frieze with bossy sculpture graven.
Nor did there want
Cornice or frieze with bossy sculpture graven.
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
To satisfy the sharp desire I had
Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd
Not to defer; read more
To satisfy the sharp desire I had
Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd
Not to defer; hunger and thirst at once
Powerful persuaders, quicken'd at the scent
Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen.
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;
Thou read more
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
