John Milton

Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.

Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.

Yet I argue not
Again Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of right or hope; read more

Yet I argue not
Again Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of right or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.

Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.

Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.

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.

For Solomon, he lived at ease, and full
Of honour, wealth, high fare, aimed not beyond
Higher read more

For Solomon, he lived at ease, and full
Of honour, wealth, high fare, aimed not beyond
Higher design than to enjoy his state.