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• Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 550
• The star that bids the shepherd fold. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 93
• The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 398
• Such sober certainty of waking bliss. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 263
• Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 1022...
• And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 727
• If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 597...
• Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 103...
• T is chastity, my brother, chastity: She that has that is clad in complete steel.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 420...