When the scourge Inexorable and the torturing hour Call us to penance.
John Milton (1608 - 1674)
Source: Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 90.
Contributed by: Zaady
Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?
Source: Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 681.
Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 894.
Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.
Source: Il Penseroso. Line 79.
Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Source: Il Penseroso. Line 120.
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
Source: Comus. Line 221.
What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe?
Source: Samson Agonistes. Line 560.
What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.
To compare Great things with small.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 921.
To know That which before us lies in daily life Is the prime wisdom.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 192.
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