Maxioms by John Milton
For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
[If] there be any difference among professed believers as to the sense of Scripture, it is their duty to tolerate read more
[If] there be any difference among professed believers as to the sense of Scripture, it is their duty to tolerate such difference in each other, until God shall have revealed the truth to all.
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.
