Maxioms by John Milton
A crown
Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns,
Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless read more
A crown
Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns,
Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights
To him who wears the regal diadem.
With thee conversing I forget all time:
All seasons and their change, all please alike.
With thee conversing I forget all time:
All seasons and their change, all please alike.
The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.
The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.
Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
Into read more
Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
Into some bruitish form of wolf or bear,
Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat,
All other parts remaining as they were;
And they, so perfect in their misery,
Not once perceive their foul disfigurement.
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar
Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined;
Till at his second read more
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar
Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined;
Till at his second bidding darkness fled,
Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.