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• Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 910...
• 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...
• In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 853...
• I fled, and cry'd out, DEATH! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 787...
• Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies that daily flow From all her words and actions.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 610...
• She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason.
  To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the mo...
• Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 561...
• His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 591...
• And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 47...