Line 560.
I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the rib of Death.
LYCIDAS.
Line 10.
He knew
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Line 14.
Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Line 70.
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
(That last infirmity of noble minds)
To scorn delights and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears
And slits the thin-spun life.