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• 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
• And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 47...
• 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...
• Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?--thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 269...
• And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 491...
• Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well
  how long or short permit to heaven....
• 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...
• Since call'd The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii, Line 495...