Maxioms by John Milton
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell,
. . . .
And boldly venture to read more
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell,
. . . .
And boldly venture to whatever place
Farthest from pain?
Power ought to serve as a check to power.
Power ought to serve as a check to power.
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
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.
Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
