The Nodding Horror Of Whose Shady Brows Threats The Forlorn And Wandering Passenger.

The nodding horror of whose shady brows
Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Comus, Line 38

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
The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 398
Under the shady roof Of branching elm star-proof. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Arcades, Line 88
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 5...
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 727
And sweeten'd every musk-rose of the dale. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 496