John Milton

These evils I deserve, and more
. . . .
Justly, yet despair not of his final read more

These evils I deserve, and more
. . . .
Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon,
Whose ear is ever open, and his eye
Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.

Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.

Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.

So many laws argues so many sins.

So many laws argues so many sins.

I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of read more

I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death.

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.