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• Such sober certainty of waking bliss. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 263
• 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
• The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 398
• Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 5...
• And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 727
• And sweeten'd every musk-rose of the dale. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 496
• Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 244...
• Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells, And yet came off.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 646...