Careful Words

crystal (n.)

This cordial julep here,

That flames and dances in his crystal bounds.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 672.

Cupid and my Campaspe play'd

At cards for kisses: Cupid paid.

He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,

His mother's doves, and team of sparrows:

Loses them too. Then down he throws

The coral of his lip, the rose

Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);

With these, the crystal of his brow,

And then the dimple on his chin:

All these did my Campaspe win.

At last he set her both his eyes:

She won, and Cupid blind did rise.

O Love! has she done this to thee?

What shall, alas! become of me?

John Lyly (Circa 1553-1601): Cupid and Campaspe. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?

So may you blame some fair and crystal river

For that some melancholic, distracted man

Hath drown'd himself in 't.

John Webster (1578-1632): The White Devil. Act iii. Sc. 2.