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• Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 171...
• Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 249...
• A pillar'd shade High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 1106...
• The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 208...
• At shut of evening flowers. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 278
• Hope elevates, and joy Brightens his crest.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 633...
• Left that command Sole daughter of his voice.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 652...
• My unpremeditated verse. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 24
• Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 26...