Eyes, look your last!

Arms, take your last embrace!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3.

For every wave with dimpled face

That leap'd upon the air,

Had caught a star in its embrace

And held it trembling there.

Amelia B. Welby (1821-1852): Musings. Stanza 4.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,

As to be hated needs but to be seen;

Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,

We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 217.

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd,

I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

John Milton (1608-1674): On his Deceased Wife.