John Milton ( 4 of 4 )
What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?
What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?
Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
A crown
Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns,
Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless read more
A crown
Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns,
Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights
To him who wears the regal diadem.
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise,
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise,
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
To scorn delights, and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears,
And slits the thin-spun life.
