with that which tells how Night,
‘deep-drenched in misty Acheron,
Heaved up her head, and half the world upon
Breathed darkness forth’;
from Robert Greene two lines of a lovely passage:
‘Cupid abroad was lated in the night,
His wings were wet with ranging in the rain’;
from Ben Jonson’s Hue and Cry (not throughout fine) the stanza:
‘Beauties, have ye seen a toy,
Called Love, a little boy,
Almost naked, wanton, blind;
Cruel now, and then as kind?
If he be amongst ye, say;
He is Venus’ run-away’;
from Francis Davison:
‘Her angry eyes are great with tears’;
from George Wither:
‘I can go rest
On her sweet breast
That is the pride of Cynthia’s train’;