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• In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 713...
• Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 485...
• A bevy of fair women. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 582
• My sentence is for open war. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 51
• Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd
  dire was the noise Of conflict. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book vi, Line 209...
• 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...
• Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well
  how long or short permit to heaven....
• 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...