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.