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• That golden key That opes the palace of eternity. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 13
• How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smil'd!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 249...
• Such sober certainty of waking bliss. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 263
• The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 398
• 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
• The star that bids the shepherd fold. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 93
• Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 859...
• The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil
  Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon....