Maxioms by John Milton
They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Quaff immortality and joy.
They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Quaff immortality and joy.
What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?
What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?
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?
We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his read more
We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.
These false pretexts and varnished colours failing,
Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear.
These false pretexts and varnished colours failing,
Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear.
