Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assur'd us.
John Milton (1608 - 1674)
Source: Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 39.
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Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Source: Il Penseroso. Line 61.
Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Source: Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 172.
Swinish gluttony Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, But with besotted base ingratitude Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.
Source: Comus. Line 776.
Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle.
Source: Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 70.
'T is chastity, my brother, chastity: She that has that is clad in complete steel.
Source: Comus. Line 420.
Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 139.
Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 536.
That golden key That opes the palace of eternity.
Source: Comus. Line 13.
That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat: descent and fall To us is adverse.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 75.
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