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• 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
• Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 859...
• His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 816...
• That power Which erring men call Chance. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 587
• Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 5...