Tis chastity, my brother, chastity; She that has that is clad in complete steel, And, like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen, May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths, Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds; Where, through the sacred rays… — John Milton Copy Share Image
'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel — John Milton Copy Share Image
