Maxioms by John Milton
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?
But O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
But O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
So spake the Fiend, and with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deed.
So spake the Fiend, and with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deed.
Thou, in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thyself a life-long monument.
Thou, in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thyself a life-long monument.
