John Milton

Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.

Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.

The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.

The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.

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.

None can love freedom but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license, which never hath more scope than read more

None can love freedom but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license, which never hath more scope than under tyrants.