His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.
All seemed well pleased, all seemed, but were not all.
Death ready stands to interpose his dart.
The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and dischargd; what burden then?
Imparadis'd in one another's arms.
Fairy damsels met in forest wide / By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, / Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore.