Maxioms by John Milton
None can love freedom but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license, which never hath more scope than read more
None can love freedom but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license, which never hath more scope than under tyrants.
But his zeal
None seconded, as out of season judged,
Or singular and rash.
But his zeal
None seconded, as out of season judged,
Or singular and rash.
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.
'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity;
She that has that is clad in complete steel,
And, like a read more
'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity;
She that has that is clad in complete steel,
And, like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen,
May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths,
Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds;
Where, through the sacred rays of chastity,
No savage fierce, bandite, or mountaineer,
Will dare to soil her virgin purity.
