[177]. The sacred influence of light. Paradise Lost, II. 1034.
Pomp of elder days. Warton’s sonnet referred to above.
Nor can we think what thoughts. Dryden’s The Hind and the Panther, I. 315.
[178]. Think ... there’s livers out of Britain. Cymbeline, III. 4.
By nature’s own sweet and cunning hand. Twelfth Night, I. 5.
Where Pan, knit with the Graces [‘while universal Pan.’] Paradise Lost, IV. [266].
There are more things between [in] heaven and earth. Hamlet, I. 5.
[179]. Matchless, divine, what we will. Pope, Imitations of Horace, Epis. I., Book II. 70.
[180]. Less than smallest dwarfs. Paradise Lost, I. 779.
Desiring this man’s art. Shakspeare’s Sonnets, XXIV. 7.