Ran through each nerve, and thrilled in ev’ry vein.’
Addison, Milton’s Style Imitated, 123–4.
‘Lady, you are the cruell’st she alive,
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.’
Twelfth Night, Act I. Scene 5.
‘And I feel now
The future in the instant.’
Macbeth, Act I. Scene 5.
‘Which whoso tastes, forgets his former friends,