So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.


Paradise Lost A Poem in Twelve BooksJohn Milton (ed. 1730)


So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.