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• Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 5...
• If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 597...
• 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
• The star that bids the shepherd fold. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 93
• Such sober certainty of waking bliss. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 263
• The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 398
• How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 476...
• But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 1012...