Maxioms by 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.
Experience, next, to thee I owe,
Best guide; not following thee, I had remain'd
In ignorance; thou read more
Experience, next, to thee I owe,
Best guide; not following thee, I had remain'd
In ignorance; thou open'st wisdom's way,
And giv'st access, though secret she retire.
That stone, . . .
Philosophers in vain so long have sought.
That stone, . . .
Philosophers in vain so long have sought.
And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning praised
God and his works.
And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning praised
God and his works.
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.