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• Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 1022...
• 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...
• 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
• Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 256...
• How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible!
  how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap!...