Maxioms by John Milton
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
So sang they, and the empyrean rung
With Hallelujahs. Thus was Sabbath kept.
So sang they, and the empyrean rung
With Hallelujahs. Thus was Sabbath kept.
. . . And when night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown read more
. . . And when night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
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.
Power ought to serve as a check to power.
Power ought to serve as a check to power.