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.