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• Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 5...
• His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 816...
• 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 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
• The star that bids the shepherd fold. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 93
• A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 205...
• And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 727