(Shakspere: The Phœnix and the Turtle. 1601.)
O praise the Lord, his wonders tell,
Whose mercy shines in Israel,
At length redeem'd from sin and hell.
(George Sandys: Paraphrase upon Luke i. ab. 1630.)
Love, making all things else his foes,
Like a fierce torrent overflows
Whatever doth his course oppose.
(Sir Jno. Denham: Against Love. ab. 1640.)
Children, keep up that harmless play:
Your kindred angels plainly say
By God's authority ye may.
(Landor: Children Playing in a Churchyard. 1858.)
Whoe'er she be,
That not impossible She
That shall command my heart and me;
Where'er she lie,
Lock'd up from mortal eye
In shady leaves of destiny:...
—Meet you her, my Wishes,
Bespeak her to my blisses,
And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.