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• And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 39...
• Forget thyself to marble. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 42
• And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 159...
• Far from all resort of mirth Save the cricket on the hearth.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 81...
• Hide me from day's garish eye. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 141
• Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 109...
• Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 61...
• The gay motes that people the sunbeams. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 8
• Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 173...