Against his tearless face:
And see, with happy-crazèd mind,
Upon his raft a Bright One stand,—
His love of youth, her grave long left behind
In some sweet-watered land.
THE KING’S DIAMOND
This diamond he greets your wife withal
By the name of most kind hostess.
Macbeth, Act II, sc. i.
Duncan the King,—Heaven rest his bier!—