Paradise Lost: Quotes from Book III

Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars,
White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery.
Line 474.


Since call’d
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
Line 495.


And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps
At wisdom’s gate, and to simplicity
Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill
Where no ill seems.
Line 686.