|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|John Milton. (16081674) (continued)|
| This cordial julep here,|
That flames and dances in his crystal bounds.
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| Budge doctors of the Stoic fur.|
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| And live like Natures bastards, not her sons.|
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| 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 huswifes wool.
What need a vermeil-tincturd lip for that,
Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
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| Swinish gluttony|
Neer looks to heavn amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.
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| Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric,|
That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
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| His rod reversd,|
And backward mutters of dissevering power.
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| Sabrina fair,|
Listen where thou art sitting
Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of lilies knitting
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.
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| But now my task is smoothly done,|
I can fly, or I can run.
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| Or if Virtue feeble were,|
Heavn itself would stoop to her.
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| I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,|
And with forcd fingers rude
Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
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| He knew|
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
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