What more felicitie can fall to creature

Than to enjoy delight with libertie,

And to be lord of all the workes of Nature,

To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie,

To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): Muiopotmos: or, The Fate of the Butterflie. Line 209.

I can enjoy her while she's kind;

But when she dances in the wind,

And shakes the wings and will not stay,

I puff the prostitute away.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 81.

Was there nought better than to enjoy?

No feat which, done, would make time break,

And let us pent-up creatures through

Into eternity, our due?

No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?

Robert Browning (1812-1890): Dîs Aliter Visum; or, Le Byron de nos Jours.

For it so falls out

That what we have we prize not to the worth

Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost,

Why, then we rack the value; then we find

The virtue that possession would not show us

Whiles it was ours.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric,

That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 790.