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• But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 130...
• O welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 213...
• Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 5...
• That power Which erring men call Chance. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 587
• Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 105...
• What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- To Mr. Lawrence...
• Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book vii, Line 364...
• Eas'd the putting off These troublesome disguises which we wear.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 739...
• To know That which before us lies in daily life Is the prime wisdom.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 192...