Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

John Milton
Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh;...
Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh;...
Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh;...
Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh;...
About This Quote

The bond between an individual and their country is so strong that the two are inseparable. The idea of severing one from the other feels like a betrayal. Without the country, the individual is lost. The emotions are similar to those of love because when you love someone, it’s hard to imagine your life without them.

Source: Paradise Lost

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