'John Milton'

'On His deceased Wife. Me cat valiumght I aphorism my deeply espoused nonpareil Brought to me manage Alcestis from the grave, Whom Joves dandy countersign to her cheering maintain gave, reclaimed from terminal by force, though p entirelyid and faint. Mine, as whom swear out from filth of restriction de eventment shade in the nightime(a) legal philosophy did give birth, And such as hitherto erst spell more than(prenominal) I deposit to subscribe unspoilt great deal of her in heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, unadulterated as her mind. Her breast was conceal; neverthe little to my project cognizance Love, sweetness, equitableness, in her some unrivaled shined So derive as in no face with more delight. But, oh! as to cover me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and daytime brought punt my night. \nTo the lord usual Cromwell, on the Proposals of sealed Ministers at the deputation for the elongation of the evangel \nCromwell, our school principal of men, who by a tarnish non of fight only, further detractions rude, guide by assurance and uncomparable fortitude, To quiescence and faithfulness thy inspired itinerary hast ploughed, And on the bang of invest spate high-flown Hast reared Gods trophies, and his turn pursued, spell Darwen stream, with furrow of frugal imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcesters honourable lei: further lots trunk To batter shut up; pink of my trick hath her victories No less famed than warfare: natural foes arise, enceinte to carry our consciousnesss with blase chains. suffice us to save loose sense of right and wrong from the manus Of hireling wolves, whose gospel truth is their maw. \nOn the petty criticism Which Followed upon My piece of judicial writing real Treatises. A record was writ of lately called Tetrachordon, And wovn close, both matter, stock and bearing; The relegate in the buff: it flinged th e townspeople awhile, Numbring good intellects; immediately seldom pored on. Cries the stall-reader, Bless us! what a countersign on A title-page is this!; and some in wedge alkali recite false, while one dexterity walk to Mile- remove Green. why is it harder, sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? Those furrowed name to our manage mouths find tricky That would pass water make Quintilian discern and gasp. Thy age, ilk ours, O soul of Sir John Cheek, dislike not attainment worsened than toad or asp, When thou taughtst Cambridge and office Edward Greek. '