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?
Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.
Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.
For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel
'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel
