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• I slept like a baby...with a breast in my mouth.
• Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 707...
• My husband says I feed him like he's a god; every meal is a burnt offering. -- Rhonda Hansome
• A word in season spoken May calm the troubled breast.
  -- Charles Jefferys (1807-1865) -- A Word in Seaso...
• As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.
• Arm th' obdur'd breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 568...
• Burnt child fire dredth. -- John Heywood (c. 1565) -- Proverbes, Part ii, Chap. ii
• Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed,-- The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast.
  -- James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- What is Prayer?...
• He had a deep voice. A big deep booming voice. ..So quite like mine, then.
  No, my lord, a _big, deep, booming_ voice... -- Ploppy and Edmund : Head...