"And without respect of odds,
Vye renown with Demy-gods."
Wither's Mistresse of Philarete, Sig. E. 5. Ed. 1633.
On l. 27. (G.):—
"But yet, whate'er he do or can devise,
Disguised glory shineth in his eyes."
Sylvester's Du Bartas.
On l. 46. (G.):—
"An eastern wind commix'd with noisome airs,
Shall blast the plants and the young sapplings."