Like flower-leaves in a precious volume stored,
To solace and relieve
Some heart too weary of the restless world.—Keble: Christian Year.
Her pretty feet,
Like smiles, did creep
A little out, and then,
As if they started at bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.—Herrick.
Imitated by Sir John Suckling in his ballad of The Wedding:—