Maxioms by John Milton
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.
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.
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones,
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Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones,
Forget not.
He seemed
For dignity compos'd and high exploit:
But all was false and hollow.
He seemed
For dignity compos'd and high exploit:
But all was false and hollow.
