What worlds in the yet unformed Occident
May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?[39:3]
Musophilus. Stanza 163.
Unless above himself he can
Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!
To the Countess of Cumberland. Stanza 12.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.
To Delia. Sonnet 51.