Comus (John Milton)

Before the starry threshold of Jove's CourtMy mansion is.

— Comus (John Milton)

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spotWhich men call earth.

— Comus (John Milton)

Yet some there be that by due steps aspire With the rank vapours of this sin-worn mould.

— Comus (John Milton)

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grapeCrushed the sweet poison of misused wine.

— Comus (John Milton)

And the gilded car of day,In the steep Atlantic stream.

— Comus (John Milton)

What hath night to do with sleep?

— Comus (John Milton)

A thousand fantasiesOn sands and shores and desert wildernesses.

— Comus (John Milton)

Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloudAnd casts a gleam over this tufted grove.

— Comus (John Milton)

How sweetly did they float upon the wingsOf darkness till it smiled!

— Comus (John Milton)

Such sober certainty of waking bliss.

— Comus (John Milton)

I took it for a faery visionAnd play i' th' plighted clouds.

— Comus (John Milton)

Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity:She that has that, is clad in complete steel.

— Comus (John Milton)

How charming is divine philosophy!Where no crude surfeit reigns.

— Comus (John Milton)

Filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

— Comus (John Milton)

I was all ear,Under the ribs of Death.

— Comus (John Milton)

That powerWhich erring men call Chance.

— Comus (John Milton)

Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.

— Comus (John Milton)

Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded,Consists in mutual and partaken bliss.

— Comus (John Milton)

Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shownLove-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?

— Comus (John Milton)

Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric,That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.

— Comus (John Milton)

Sabrina fair,Listen and save.

— Comus (John Milton)

But now my task is smoothly done:I can fly, or I can run.

— Comus (John Milton)