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• Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Arcades, Line 68
• The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 38...
• The star that bids the shepherd fold. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 93
• Under the opening eyelids of the morn. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 26
• And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- L'Allegro, Line 67...
• The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 208...
• I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 560...
• That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 122...
• And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 1051...