The sky is changed,—and such a change! O night

And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,

Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light

Of a dark eye in woman! Far along,

From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,

Leaps the live thunder.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 92.

Though chaunge be no robbry.

John Heywood (Circa 1565): Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Dream. Stanza 3.

When change itself can give no more,

'T is easy to be true.

Charles Sedley (1639-1701): Reasons for Constancy.

In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds

On half the nations, and with fear of change

Perplexes monarchs.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 597.

My merry, merry, merry roundelay

Concludes with Cupid's curse:

They that do change old love for new,

Pray gods, they change for worse!

George Peele (1552-1598): Cupid's Curse.

But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone,

Now thou art gone and never must return!

John Milton (1608-1674): Lycidas. Line 37.

A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog

Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old,

Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air

Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire.

Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal'd,

At certain revolutions all the damn'd

Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change

Of fierce extremes,—extremes by change more fierce;

From beds of raging fire to starve in ice

Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine

Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round,

Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 592.

Each change of many-colour'd life he drew,

Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new.

Samuel Johnson (1709-1784): Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre.

My merry, merry, merry roundelay

Concludes with Cupid's curse:

They that do change old love for new,

Pray gods, they change for worse!

George Peele (1552-1598): Cupid's Curse.

Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): Locksley Hall. Line 182.

With thee conversing I forget all time,

All seasons, and their change,—all please alike.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,

With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun

When first on this delightful land he spreads

His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,

Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth

After soft showers; and sweet the coming on

Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night

With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,

And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:

But neither breath of morn when she ascends

With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun

On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,

Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,

Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night

With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon

Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 639.

The earth was made so various, that the mind

Of desultory man, studious of change

And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.

William Cowper (1731-1800): The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 506.

So, when a raging fever burns,

We shift from side to side by turns;

And 't is a poor relief we gain

To change the place, but keep the pain.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748): Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 146.

Refrain to-night,

And that shall lend a kind of easiness

To the next abstinence: the next more easy;

For use almost can change the stamp of nature.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.