Rather than solid virtue; all but a rib Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears, More to the part sinister; from me drawn, Well if thrown out, as supernumerary To my just number found. O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits...
Paradise lost, a poem. 2nd Scots ed - Página 289
de John Milton - 1746
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