Maxioms by John Milton
Anon, out of the earth a fabric huge
Rose, like an exhalation.
Anon, out of the earth a fabric huge
Rose, like an exhalation.
From that high mount of God whence light and shade
Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed
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From that high mount of God whence light and shade
Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed
To grateful twilight.
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.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
