Maxioms by John Milton
Far from all resort of mirth, / Save the cricket on the hearth!
Far from all resort of mirth, / Save the cricket on the hearth!
In discourse more sweet,
(For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,)
Others apart sat on a read more
In discourse more sweet,
(For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,)
Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high
Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate,
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a
Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a
Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
If all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, read more
If all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,
Th' All-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
