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• Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Night Thoughts, Night i, Line 18...
• A mushroom cloud has no silver lining.
• Every cloud has a silver lining
• How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smil'd!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 249...
• And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 727
• Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 1022...
• When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 500...