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John Milton
… Yet I shall temper so
Evil, be thou my good.
Die he or justice must.
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
Mammon led them on,
Let none admire
And when night
First Moloch, horrid king besmeared with blood
New Presbyter is but old Priest writ large.
For what can war, but endless war still breed?
At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue:
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed.
But that two-handed engine at the door
Towered cities please us then,
How charming is divine philosophy!
He that has light within his own clear breast
Spike Milligan
Money couldn’t buy friends but you got a better class of enemy.
Henry Miller
Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race.
