And New-laid Eggs, Which Baucis' Busy Care Turn'd By A Gentle Fire And Roasted Rare.

Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,-- As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book xv, The Worship of Aesculapius, Line 155...
To know That which before us lies in daily life Is the prime wisdom.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 192...
And feel that I am happier than I know.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 282...
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 43...
And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 47...
Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 263...
The sum of earthly bliss. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 522
She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason.
To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the mo...
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Imitation of Horace, Book iii, Ode 29, Line 87...