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• T is chastity, my brother, chastity: She that has that is clad in complete steel.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 420...
• 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
• Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 46...
• But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 1012...
• A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 205...