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• From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,-- A summer's day
  and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star....
• Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book vi, Line 2...
• A wilderness of sweets. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 294
• Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 71...
• Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 667...
• Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 449...
• The bright consummate flower. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 481
• These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 153...
• They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 637...