XII. On the same. <br /> <br />I did but prompt the age to quit their cloggs <br />By the known rules of antient libertie, <br />When strait a barbarous noise environs me <br />Of Owles and Cuckoes, Asses, Apes and Doggs. <br />As when those Hinds that were transform'd to Froggs <br />Raild at Latona's twin-born progenie <br />Which after held the Sun and Moon in fee. <br />But this is got by casting Pearl to Hoggs; <br />That bawle for freedom in their senceless mood, <br />And still revolt when truth would set them free. <br />Licence they mean when they cry libertie; <br />For who loves that, must first be wise and good; <br />But from that mark how far they roave we see <br />For all this wast of wealth, and loss of blood.<br /><br />John Milton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-12/
