John Milton

The swan, with arched neck
Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows
Her state with oary feet.

The swan, with arched neck
Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows
Her state with oary feet.

Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.

Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.

There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.

There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.

Though throned in highest bliss
Equal to God, and equally enjoying
God-like fruition.

Though throned in highest bliss
Equal to God, and equally enjoying
God-like fruition.

To satisfy the sharp desire I had
Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd
Not to defer; read more

To satisfy the sharp desire I had
Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd
Not to defer; hunger and thirst at once
Powerful persuaders, quicken'd at the scent
Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen.