Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
Ornate rhetorick taught out of the rule of Plato.... To which poetry would be made subsequent, or indeed rather precedent, as being less suttle and fine, but more simple, sensuous, and passionate.
But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.
In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.
He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.