The Hungry Sheep Look Up And Are Not Fed, But, Swoln With Wind And The Rank Mist They Draw, Rot Inwardly, And Foul Contagion Spread.

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The hungry sheep look up and are not fed,
But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw,
Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread.
-- Milton, "Lycidas"

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And strictly meditate the thankless Muse. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 66
The gadding vine. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 40
Under the opening eyelids of the morn. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 26
Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.
-- Matthew 7:15...
BUGGERY -- a pop-up in foul territory.
Sheep, like people, are ungovernable when hungry... -- John Mui
But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 130...
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 78

The Hungry Sheep Look Up And Are Not Fed, But, Swoln With Wind And The Rank Mist They Draw, Rot Inwardly, And Foul Contagion Spread.

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