Maxioms by 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?
Joking decides great things,
Stronger and better oft than earnest can.
Joking decides great things,
Stronger and better oft than earnest can.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell,
. . . .
And boldly venture to read more
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell,
. . . .
And boldly venture to whatever place
Farthest from pain?
