Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.
John MiltonYet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.
John MiltonEv'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.
John MiltonYet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.
John Milton