Maxioms by John Milton
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
And the gilded car of day,
His glowing axle doth allay
In the steep Atlantic stream.
And the gilded car of day,
His glowing axle doth allay
In the steep Atlantic stream.
Experience, next, to thee I owe,
Best guide; not following thee, I had remain'd
In ignorance; thou read more
Experience, next, to thee I owe,
Best guide; not following thee, I had remain'd
In ignorance; thou open'st wisdom's way,
And giv'st access, though secret she retire.
