“Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!”

“The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones…”

“Feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone.”

“My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not…”

“Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple.”

“An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance.”