Maxioms by John Milton
Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the
Fates summon him, sing at read more
Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the
Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Maeander.
Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
Luck is the residue of design.
Luck is the residue of design.
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd
Firm concord holds, men only disagree
Of creatures rational.
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd
Firm concord holds, men only disagree
Of creatures rational.
