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• 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...
• Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 383...
• And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 39...
• Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 256...
• From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame bega
  From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man....
• Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 105...
• All hell broke loose. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 918
• Rather than be less, Car'd not to be at all.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 47...
• At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 34...