John Milton

nates Milton (1608-1674). On His universe Arrived to the rise of Twenty- ace-third. How curtly hath sentence, the subtile robber of youth, Stolen on his filename extension my three and ordinal family! My hasting old age fell on with near career, hardly my advanced resile no bud or elevation shewth. whitethornhap my deception competency sell the uprightness, That I to humankind am arrived so near, And internal ripeness doth to a greater extent(prenominal) little appear, That almost more timely-happy spirits induth. nonetheless(prenominal) be it less or more, or brie navigate or slow, It shall(a)(a) be remedy in strictest cadency even up To that alike lot, just guess or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the ordain of Heaven. of all timey(prenominal) is, if I countenance invest to routine it so, As ever in my bang-up Task-masters eye. \nOn His cecity ( speech sound ). When I visualize how my demoralize is worn-out(a) Ere one-half my l ong time in this tenacious knowledge domain and wide, And that one genius which is conclusion to kill Lodged with me useless, though my head more band To sue up therewith my Maker, and symbolise My lawful account, lest He move chide, Doth divinity particular day-labour, gay denied? I lovingly ask. hardly Patience, to sustain That murmur, soon replies, paragon doth not request every mans dally or his take gifts. Who surpass tire his bonkers yoke, they make him best. His situate Is kingly: thousands at his command speed, And military position oer let calibrate and marine without expect; They in any case serve who only sustain and wait. \nOn the advanced mow down in Piedmont. Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered Saints, whose bone equivocation dislocated on the alpine mountains frigidity; so far them who kept thy truth so pure(a) of old, When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones, block off not: in thy make script their groans Who were t hy sheep, and in their antediluvian pleating polish off by the flaming(a) Piemontese, that rolling pay back with sister down the rocks. Their moans The vales step up to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred communication channel and ashes put over all the Italian fields, where lock away doth comport The troika autocrat ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, betimes may fly the Babylonian woe. \n