Maxioms by John Milton
In her face excuse
Came prologue, and apology too prompt.
In her face excuse
Came prologue, and apology too prompt.
Who can enjoy alone?
Or all enjoying what contentment find?
Who can enjoy alone?
Or all enjoying what contentment find?
Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
And in requital ope his leathern scrip,
And show me simples of a thousand names,
Telling their read more
And in requital ope his leathern scrip,
And show me simples of a thousand names,
Telling their strange and vigorous faculties.
