Maxioms by John Milton
And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.
And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.
From that high mount of God whence light and shade
Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed
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From that high mount of God whence light and shade
Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed
To grateful twilight.
The planets in their station list'ning stood.
The planets in their station list'ning stood.
Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought
The better fight.
Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought
The better fight.
