If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.
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A pillar'd shade High over-arch'd, and echoing walks between.
john miltonSo counsel'd he, and both together went Into the thickest wood; there soon they chose The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renowned, But such as at this day to Indians known In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.
john milton