Maxioms by John Milton
I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of read more
I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death.
But zeal moved thee;
To please thy gods thou didst it!
But zeal moved thee;
To please thy gods thou didst it!
Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
Let his tormentor conscience find him out.
Let his tormentor conscience find him out.
