Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess. – John Milton
None can love freedom heartily, but good men the rest love not freedom, but licence. – John Milton
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess. – John Milton
None can love freedom heartily, but good men the rest love not freedom, but licence. – John Milton
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt. – John Milton
When the waves are round me breaking,
As I pace the deck alone,
And my eye in vain is seeking
Some green leaf to rest upon;
What would not I give to wander
Where my old companions dwell?
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! – John Milton