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• On a sudden open fly, With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 879...
• Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book vii, Line 364...
• Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii, Line 37...
• 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...
• My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 18...
• Indu'd With sanctity of reason. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book vii, Line 507
• See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii, Line 337...
• Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 476...
• A heaven on earth. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 208