"All thy verse is softer far
Than the downy Feathers are
Of my Wings, or of my Arrows,
Of my Mother's Doves or Sparrows."—Cowley.
This must also be observed in blank verse; as,
"Welcome, thou worthy Partner of my Laurels!
Thou Brother of my Choice! A Band more sacred
Than Nature's brittle Tye. By holy Friendship!
Glory and Fame stood still for thy Arrival:
My Soul seem'd wanting of its better Half,