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• That power Which erring men call Chance. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 587
• If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 597...
• Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 244...
• 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
• There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 21...