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So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap.
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So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop
Into thy mother's lap.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 535
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Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well
how long or short permit to heaven....
Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?
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So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse
all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good....
Live while ye may, Yet happy pair. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 533
Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
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Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.
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Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought The better fight.
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Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
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How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible!
how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap!...