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• Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 561...
• Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 782...
• For who would lose, Though full of pain this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 146...
• Rather than be less, Car'd not to be at all.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 47...
• Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 681...
• Gorgons and Hydras and Chimaeras dire.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 628...
• Hell Grew darker at their frown. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 719
• His red right hand. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 174
• So spake the grisly Terror. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 704