John Milton

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

Thus I set my printless feet
O'er the cowslip's velvet head,
That bends not as I tread.

Thus I set my printless feet
O'er the cowslip's velvet head,
That bends not as I tread.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

If weakness may excuse,
What murderer, what traitor, parricide,
Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it?
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If weakness may excuse,
What murderer, what traitor, parricide,
Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it?
All wickedness is weakness; that plea, therefore,
With God or man will gain thee no remission.

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.