John Milton

Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.

Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.

Truth...never comes into the world but like a Bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her forth.

Truth...never comes into the world but like a Bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her forth.

Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.

Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.

But first and chiefest, with thee bring
Him that yon soars on golden wing,
Guiding the fiery-wheeled read more

But first and chiefest, with thee bring
Him that yon soars on golden wing,
Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne,
The Cherub Contemplation.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.