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• Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk.
  And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse Contemplation She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd....
• Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 502...
• And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 727
• It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 303...
• Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 256...
• Budge doctors of the Stoic fur. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 707
• Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 550
• Such sober certainty of waking bliss. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 263
• The star that bids the shepherd fold. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 93