I will tell you now

What never yet was heard in tale or song,

From old or modern bard, in hall or bower.

Comus. Line 43.

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape

Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.

Comus. Line 46.

These my sky-robes spun out of Iris' woof.

Comus. Line 83.

The star that bids the shepherd fold.