Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air Burns… — John Milton Copy Share Image
