Maxioms by John Milton
Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the
Fates summon him, sing at read more
Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the
Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Maeander.
Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; or no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected read more
Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; or no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
