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• Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 5...
• Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 244...
• Swinish gluttony Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, But with besotted base ingratitude Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 776...
• Budge doctors of the Stoic fur. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 707
• Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 550
• Such sober certainty of waking bliss. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 263
• The star that bids the shepherd fold. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 93
• The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 398
• In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 597...