A bevy of fair women.

Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 582.

The brazen throat of war.

Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 713.

Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon;

The world was all before them, where to choose

Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.

They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,

Through Eden took their solitary way.

Paradise Lost. Book xii. Line 645.