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• Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 269...
• Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 745...
• Dark with excessive bright. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii, Line 380
• These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 153...
• Another morn Ris'n on mid-noon. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 310
• 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...