Maxioms by John Milton
And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.
And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.
Adam, well may we labour, still to dress
This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower.
Adam, well may we labour, still to dress
This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower.
That stone, . . .
Philosophers in vain so long have sought.
That stone, . . .
Philosophers in vain so long have sought.
Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour
Friendliest to sleep and silence.
Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour
Friendliest to sleep and silence.
Surer to prosper than prosperity could have assur'd us.
Surer to prosper than prosperity could have assur'd us.
