Maxioms by John Milton
Luck is the residue of design.
Luck is the residue of design.
These false pretexts and varnished colours failing,
Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear.
These false pretexts and varnished colours failing,
Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear.
Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial
To my proportion'd strength.
Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial
To my proportion'd strength.
Truth...never comes into the world but like a Bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her forth.
Truth...never comes into the world but like a Bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her forth.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
