To Sport With Amaryllis In The Shade, Or With The Tangles Of Neaera's Hair.

To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,
Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Lycidas, Line 68

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
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-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 193
Without the meed of some melodious tear. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 14