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.

Nor did there want
Cornice or frieze with bossy sculpture graven.

Nor did there want
Cornice or frieze with bossy sculpture graven.

That in our proper motion we ascend
Up to our native seat; descent and fall
To give read more

That in our proper motion we ascend
Up to our native seat; descent and fall
To give us is adverse.

Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones,
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Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones,
Forget not.

But zeal moved thee;
To please thy gods thou didst it!

But zeal moved thee;
To please thy gods thou didst it!