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• Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 256...
• Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 488...
• Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book vi, Line 2...
• And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 43...
• Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 263...
• And feel that I am happier than I know.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 282...
• And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 47...
• The sum of earthly bliss. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 522
• His red right hand. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 174