Pleas'd Me, Long Choosing And Beginning Late.

Contemplation Is Wisdom's Best Nurse.

Of Calling Shapes, And Beck'ning Shadows Dire, And Airy Tongues That Syllable Men's Names.

Evil, Be Thou My Good.

His Words, Like So Many Nimble And Airy Servitors, Trip About Him At Command. Ibid.

Who Knows Not Circe, The Daughter Of The Sun , Whose Charmed Cup Whoever Tasted, Lost His Upright Shape, And Downward Fell Into A Groveling Swine?