Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.’
The Tempest, Act I. Scene 2.
‘And on his crest
Sat Horror plumed.’
Paradise Lost, IV. 988–9.
‘’Twas transient in its nature, as in show
’Twas durable: as worthless as it seemed
Intrinsically precious; to the foot
Treacherous and false; it smiled, and it was cold.’