Comus. Line 373.
The unsunn'd heaps
Of miser's treasure.
Comus. Line 398.
'T is chastity, my brother, chastity:
She that has that is clad in complete steel.
Comus. Line 420.
Some say no evil thing that walks by night,
In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,
Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost