Maxioms by John Milton
The unsunn'd heaps
Of miser's treasures.
The unsunn'd heaps
Of miser's treasures.
By merit raised
To that bad eminence.
By merit raised
To that bad eminence.
In naked beauty more adorned
More lovely than Pandora.
In naked beauty more adorned
More lovely than Pandora.
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is read more
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt read more
Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe
That all was lost.
