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• Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 65...
• His red right hand. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 174
• His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 292...
• Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 488...
• Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book vi, Line 2...
• High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind
  Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd To that bad eminence....
• Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 619...
• The rising world of waters dark and deep.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii, Line 11...
• Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 782...