We, that are of purer fire, Imitate the starry quire ; Who, in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move ; And, on the tawny sands... Comus: A Mask - Page 10by John Milton - 1858 - 90 pagesFull view
- About this book
John Milton - Literary Criticism - 2000 - 392 pages
...Advice with scrupulous head, Strict Age, and sowre Severity, With their grave Saws in slumber ly. 11o We that are of purer fire Imitate the Starry Quire, Who in their nightly watchfull Sphears, Lead in swift round the Months and Years. The Sounds, and Seas with all their finny...