Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words Against the sun-clad power of Chastity Fain would I something say; — yet to what end? Thou hast nor ear, nor soul, to apprehend The sublime notion and high mystery That must be uttered to unfold the sage... Paradise Lost - Page xxxby John Milton - 1851 - 415 pagesFull view
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William Kerrigan, John Milton - 1983 - 344 pages
...the moment at which his Lady, all the eyes of conscience upon her, declares the magic substantive: Thou hast nor Ear nor Soul to apprehend The sublime notion and high mystery That must be utter'd to unfold the sage And serious doctrine of Virginity, And thou art worthy that thou shouldst...