Alexander's Feast. Line 120.

And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

Alexander's Feast. Line 154.

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

Alexander's Feast. Line 160.

He rais'd a mortal to the skies,

She drew an angel down.

Alexander's Feast. Line 169.

A very merry, dancing, drinking,

Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.