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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
• So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 168...
• 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
• He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 10...
• It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 100...
• To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 68...