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• And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii, Line 686...
• A bevy of fair women. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 582
• Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 485...
• The brazen throat of war. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 713
• The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb
  Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either,--black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful da...
• Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 845...
• Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 275...
• Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii, Line 99...
• Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 414...