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• This cordial julep here, That flames and dances in his crystal bounds.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 672...
• Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells, And yet came off.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 646...
• His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 816...
• If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 597...
• How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 476...
• 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