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• So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 535...
• Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 449...
• Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 681...
• Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought The better fight.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book vi, Line 29...
• Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 488...
• 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
• Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 173...