Maxioms by 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.
And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning praised
God and his works.
And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning praised
God and his works.
For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.
Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.
Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Where more is meant than meets the ear.
