The rising world of waters dark and deep.
_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 11._
Thoughts that voluntary move
Harmonious numbers.
_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 37._
Thus with the year
Seasons return; but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud instead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair
Presented with a universal blank
Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 40._
Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 99._
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds,
With joy and love triumphing.
_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 337._
Dark with excessive bright.
_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 380._
Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars,
White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery.
_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 474._
Since call'd
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 495._
And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps
At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity
Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill
Where no ill seems.
_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 686._
The hell within him.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 20._
Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd,--wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 23._
At whose sight all the stars
Hide their diminish'd heads.[231-1]
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 34._
A grateful mind
By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
Indebted and discharg'd.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 55._
Which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep,
Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 73._
Such joy ambition finds.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 92._
Ease would recant
Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 96._
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost.
Evil, be thou my good.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 108._
That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew,
Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 122._
Sabean odours from the spicy shore
Of Araby the Blest.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 162._
And on the Tree of Life,
The middle tree and highest there that grew,
Sat like a cormorant.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 194._
A heaven on earth.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 208._
Flowers worthy of paradise.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 241._
Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.[232-1]
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 256._
Proserpine gathering flowers,
Herself a fairer flower.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 269._
For contemplation he and valour form'd,
For softness she and sweet attractive grace;
He for God only, she for God in him.
His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted forelock manly hung
Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 297._
Implied
Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway,
And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,--
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 307._
Adam the goodliest man of men since born
His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 323._
And with necessity,
The tyrant's plea,[232-2] excus'd his devilish deeds.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 393._
As Jupiter
On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds
That shed May flowers.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 499._
Imparadis'd in one another's arms.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 506._
Live while ye may,
Yet happy pair.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 533._
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad;
Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 598._
The timely dew of sleep.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 614._
With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons, and their change,--all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon
Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 639._
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 677._
In naked beauty more adorn'd,
More lovely than Pandora.[234-1]
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 713._
Eas'd the putting off
These troublesome disguises which we wear.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 739._
Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source
Of human offspring.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 750._
Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 800._
Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear
Touch'd lightly; for no falsehood can endure
Touch of celestial temper.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 810._
Not to know me argues yourselves unknown,
The lowest of your throng.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 830._
Abash'd the devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her shape how lovely.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 846._
All hell broke loose.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 918._
Like Teneriff or Atlas unremoved.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 987._
The starry cope
Of heaven.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 992._
Fled
Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.
_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 1014._
Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime
Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl,
When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep
Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 1._
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld
Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep,
Shot forth peculiar graces.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 13._
My latest found,
Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 18._
Good, the more
Communicated, more abundant grows.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 71._
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 153._
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,
If better thou belong not to the dawn.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 166._
A wilderness of sweets.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 294._
Another morn
Ris'n on mid-noon.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 310._
So saying, with despatchful looks in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 331._
Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 449._
The bright consummate flower.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 481._
Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 601._
They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Quaff immortality and joy.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 637._
Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 658._
Midnight brought on the dusky hour
Friendliest to sleep and silence.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 667._
Innumerable as the stars of night,
Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 745._
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found;
Among the faithless, faithful only he.
_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 896._
Morn,
Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand
Unbarr'd the gates of light.
_Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 2._
Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought
The better fight.
_Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 29._
Arms on armour clashing bray'd
Horrible discord, and the madding wheels
Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise
Of conflict.
_Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 209._
Spirits that live throughout,
Vital in every part, not as frail man,
In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins,
Cannot but by annihilating die.
_Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 345._
Far off his coming shone.
_Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 768._
More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd
To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days,
On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.
_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 24._
Still govern thou my song,
Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 30._
Heaven open'd wide
Her ever during gates, harmonious sound,
On golden hinges moving.
_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 205._
Hither, as to their fountain, other stars
Repairing, in their golden urns draw light.
_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 364._
Now half appear'd
The tawny lion, pawing to get free
His hinder parts.
_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 463._
Indu'd
With sanctity of reason.
_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 507._
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,
And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear
Seen in the galaxy, that milky way
Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest
Powder'd with stars.
_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 577._
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear
So charming left his voice, that he awhile
Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 1._
There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 21._
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 43._
And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 47._
With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er,
Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 83._
Her silent course advance
With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps
On her soft axle.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 163._
Be lowly wise:
Think only what concerns thee and thy being.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 173._
To know
That which before us lies in daily life
Is the prime wisdom.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 192._
Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 263._
And feel that I am happier than I know.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 282._
Among unequals what society
Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 383._
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 488._
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 502._
She what was honour knew,
And with obsequious majesty approv'd
My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower
I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven
And happy constellations on that hour
Shed their selectest influence; the earth
Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill;
Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs
Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings
Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 508._
The sum of earthly bliss.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 522._
So well to know
Her own, that what she wills to do or say
Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 548._
Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part;
Do thou but thine.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 561._
Oft times nothing profits more
Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right
Well manag'd.[238-1]
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 571._
Those graceful acts,
Those thousand decencies that daily flow
From all her words and actions.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 600._
With a smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 618._
My unpremeditated verse.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 24._
Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 26._
Unless an age too late, or cold
Climate, or years, damp my intended wing.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 44._
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 171._
The work under our labour grows,
Luxurious by restraint.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 208._
Smiles from reason flow,
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 239._
For solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 249._
At shut of evening flowers.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 278._
As one who long in populous city pent,
Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 445._
So gloz'd the tempter.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 549._
Hope elevates, and joy
Brightens his crest.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 633._
Left that command
Sole daughter of his voice.[239-1]
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 652._
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat,
Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe
That all was lost.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 782._
In her face excuse
Came prologue, and apology too prompt.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 853._
A pillar'd shade
High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.
_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 1106._
Yet I shall temper so
Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most
Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.
_Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 77._
So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd
His nostril wide into the murky air,
Sagacious of his quarry from so far.
_Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 279._
How gladly would I meet
Mortality my sentence, and be earth
Insensible! how glad would lay me down
As in my mother's lap!
_Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 775._
Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?--thus leave
Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?
_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 269._
Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue
The visual nerve, for he had much to see.
_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 414._
Moping melancholy
And moon-struck madness.
_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 485._
And over them triumphant Death his dart
Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd.
_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 491._
So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop
Into thy mother's lap.
_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 535._
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st
Live well: how long or short permit to heaven.[240-1]
_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 553._
A bevy of fair women.
_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 582._
The brazen throat of war.
_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 713._
Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.
_Paradise Lost. Book xii. Line 645._
Beauty stands
In the admiration only of weak minds
Led captive.
_Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 220._
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.
_Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 228._
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.
_Paradise Regained. Book iii. Line 56._
Elephants endors'd with towers.
_Paradise Regained. Book iii. Line 329._
Syene, and where the shadow both way falls,
Meroe, Nilotic isle.
_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 70._
Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd.
_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 76._
The childhood shows the man,
As morning shows the day.[241-1]
_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 220._
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence.
_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 240._
The olive grove of Academe,
Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird
Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.
_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 244._
Thence to the famous orators repair,
Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce democratie,
Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece,
To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.
_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 267._
Socrates . . .
Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd
Wisest of men.
_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 274._
Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.
_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 327._
As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore.
Or if I would delight my private hours
With music or with poem, where so soon
As in our native language can I find
That solace?
_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 330._
Till morning fair
Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.
_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 426._
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse
Without all hope of day!
_Samson Agonistes. Line 80._
The sun to me is dark
And silent as the moon,
When she deserts the night
Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
_Samson Agonistes. Line 86._
Ran on embattled armies clad in iron,
And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.
_Samson Agonistes. Line 129._
Just are the ways of God,
And justifiable to men;
Unless there be who think not God at all.
_Samson Agonistes. Line 293._
What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?
_Samson Agonistes. Line 560._
But who is this, what thing of sea or land,--
Female of sex it seems,--
That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay,
Comes this way sailing
Like a stately ship
Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles
Of Javan or Gadire,
With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,
Sails fill'd, and streamers waving,
Courted by all the winds that hold them play,
An amber scent of odorous perfume
Her harbinger?
_Samson Agonistes. Line 710._
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power,
After offence returning, to regain
Love once possess'd.
_Samson Agonistes. Line 1003._
He 's gone, and who knows how he may report
Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
_Samson Agonistes. Line 1350._
For evil news rides post, while good news baits.
_Samson Agonistes. Line 1538._
And as an ev'ning dragon came,
Assailant on the perched roosts
And nests in order rang'd
Of tame villatic fowl.
_Samson Agonistes. Line 1692._
Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail
Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt,
Dispraise, or blame,--nothing but well and fair,
And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
_Samson Agonistes. Line 1721._
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot
Which men call earth.
_Comus. Line 5._
That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.
_Comus. Line 13._
The nodding horror of whose shady brows
Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.
_Comus. Line 38._
I will tell you now
What never yet was heard in tale or song,
From old or modern bard, in hall or bower.
_Comus. Line 43._
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape
Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.
_Comus. Line 46._
These my sky-robes spun out of Iris' woof.
_Comus. Line 83._
The star that bids the shepherd fold.
_Comus. Line 93._
Midnight shout and revelry,
Tipsy dance and jollity.
_Comus. Line 103._
Ere the blabbing eastern scout,
The nice morn, on th' Indian steep
From her cabin'd loop-hole peep.
_Comus. Line 138._
When the gray-hooded Even,
Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed,
Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain.
_Comus. Line 188._
A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names
On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
_Comus. Line 205._
O welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
_Comus. Line 213._
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
_Comus. Line 221._
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
_Comus. Line 244._
How sweetly did they float upon the wings
Of silence through the empty-vaulted night,
At every fall smoothing the raven down
Of darkness till it smil'd!
_Comus. Line 249._
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
_Comus. Line 256._
Such sober certainty of waking bliss.
_Comus. Line 263._
I took it for a faery vision
Of some gay creatures of the element,
That in the colours of the rainbow live,
And play i' th' plighted clouds.
_Comus. Line 298._
It were a journey like the path to heaven,
To help you find them.
_Comus. Line 303._
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
_Comus. Line 340._
Virtue could see to do what virtue would
By her own radiant light, though sun and moon
Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self
Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude,
Where with her best nurse Contemplation
She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings,
That in the various bustle of resort
Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd.
He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the midday sun.
_Comus. Line 373._
The unsunn'd heaps
Of miser's treasure.
_Comus. Line 398._
'T is chastity, my brother, chastity:
She that has that is clad in complete steel.
_Comus. Line 420._
Some say no evil thing that walks by night,
In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,
Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost
That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,
No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine,
Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
_Comus. Line 432._
So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity,
That when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lackey her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt,
And in clear dream and solemn vision
Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear,
Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants
Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape.
_Comus. Line 453._
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,[245-1]
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
_Comus. Line 476._
And sweeten'd every musk-rose of the dale.
_Comus. Line 496._
Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance.
_Comus. Line 550._
I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death.
_Comus. Line 560._
That power
Which erring men call Chance.
_Comus. Line 587._
If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble.
_Comus. Line 597._
The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,
But in another country, as he said,
Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil;
Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain
Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.
_Comus. Line 631._
Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells,
And yet came off.
_Comus. Line 646._
This cordial julep here,
That flames and dances in his crystal bounds.
_Comus. Line 672._
Budge doctors of the Stoic fur.
_Comus. Line 707._
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.
_Comus. Line 727._
It is for homely features to keep home,--
They had their name thence; coarse complexions
And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply
The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool.
What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that,
Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
_Comus. Line 748._
Swinish gluttony
Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.
_Comus. Line 776._
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric,
That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
_Comus. Line 790._
His rod revers'd,
And backward mutters of dissevering power.
_Comus. Line 816._