John Milton

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.

None can love freedom but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license, which never hath more scope than read more

None can love freedom but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license, which never hath more scope than under tyrants.

What does not destroy me, makes me strong.

What does not destroy me, makes me strong.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

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?