"Bright as when thy eye
First lighted up our loves."—"Aurengzebe."
"'Tis not a crown alone lights up my name."—"Busiris."
[133] There is great dissension among the poets concerning the method of making man. One tells his mistress that the mould she was made in being lost, Heaven cannot form such another. Lucifer, in Dryden, gives a merry description of his own formation:
"Whom heaven, neglecting, made and scarce design'd,
But threw me in for number to the rest."—"State of Innocence."
In one place the same poet supposes man to be made of metal:
"I was form'd
Of that coarse metal which, when she was made,
The gods threw by for rubbish."—"All for Love."