The gad-fly stings the gentle cow—
He keeps it up from force of habit.
DIDO.
“Up, then, Melpomene! the mournfulest Muse of Nine,
Such cause of mourning never hadst afore;
Up, grislie ghostes! and up, my rufull rhyme!”
—Spenser.
“ON such a night,” as Shakespeare once remarked,
On such a night as lovers love to spoon,
Aeneas in his cockleshell embarked