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• As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain, Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,-- So sinks the youth
  his beauteous head, deprest Beneath his helmet, drops upon his breast....
• This cordial julep here, That flames and dances in his crystal bounds.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 672...
• He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 188...
• To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 193
• O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 948...
• And strictly meditate the thankless Muse. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 66
• The gadding vine. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 40
• Under the opening eyelids of the morn. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 26
• Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells, And yet came off.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 646...