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• The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 109...
• O welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 213...
• 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
• The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 398
• 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....
• This cordial julep here, That flames and dances in his crystal bounds.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 672...