By that sin fell the angels. by William Shakespeare
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. by Alexander Pope
Men would be angels, angels would be gods. by Alexander Pope
The Angels were all singing out of tune, and hoarse with having little else to do, excepting to wind up the sun and moon or curb a runaway young star or two. by Lord Byron
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print. by Thomas Moore
The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels. by Georg Trakl
Don't be fooled my dear - angels are everywhere! by Faye Diane Kilday
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