Maxioms by John Milton
O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
A Spirit, zealous, as he seemed, to know
More of the Almighty's works, and chiefly Man,
God's read more
A Spirit, zealous, as he seemed, to know
More of the Almighty's works, and chiefly Man,
God's latest image.
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, read more
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work, or His own gifts. Who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.".
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.
