I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
When straight a barbarous noise environs me
Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs;
As when those hinds that were transformed to frogs
Railed at Latona’s twin-born progeny,
Which after held the Sun and Moon in fee.
But this is got by casting pearl to hogs,
That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood,
And still revolt when Truth would set them free.
Licence they mean when they cry Liberty;
For who loves that must first be wise and good:
But from that mark how far they rove we see,
For all this waste of wealth and loss of blood.
That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood, And still revolt when Truth would set them free. Some people ignore the truth of the words of God written in the Bible.... Nice sharing.... Thanks..
Licence they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that must be wise and good. A great truth put forth through this brilliant write by the great John Milton. Thanks for sharing it here.
Indeed freedom and liberty cry can be settled only by Truth according to John Milton in this poem, which is meaningful in this great sonnet of that great master poet!
Great sonnet calling for revolt against 'all this waste of wealth and loss of blood. Nice message, too. When straight a barbarous noise environs me for freedom.... be wise and good
A powerful poem. Indeed, freedom and liberty, the cornerstones of democracy were attained by Truth. Revolution and rallies were drawn in this piece as unnecessary wastes of money and ultimately loss of lives. A great write.
Licence they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that must first be wise and good: .. nice. Beautiful poem shared.
But from that mark how far they rove we see, For all this waste of wealth and loss of blood. Silence at times is more powerful than the loudest. Lovely poem.
The silent truth speaks louder that the noisy lies.... great write by John Milton...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clogs, logs! Of ancient liberty. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.