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• And strictly meditate the thankless Muse. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 66
• The gadding vine. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 40
• Under the opening eyelids of the morn. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 26
• He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 188...
• The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 109...
• But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 130...
• Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 78
• It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 100...
• To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 193