Maxioms by John Milton
O Conscience, into what abyss of fears
And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which
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O Conscience, into what abyss of fears
And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which
I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged.
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand read more
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt.
His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and read more
His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and th' excess
Of glory obscured.
Dancing in the chequer'd shade.
Dancing in the chequer'd shade.
