For ever and a day.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Ever charming, ever new,

When will the landscape tire the view?

John Dyer (1700-1758): Grongar Hill. Line 102.

When you do dance, I wish you

A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do

Nothing but that.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Alexander's Feast. Line 54.

His time is forever, everywhere his place.

Abraham Cowley (1618-1667): Friendship in Absence.

Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming,

Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer.

George Linley (1798-1865): Ever of Thee.

Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour,

I 've seen my fondest hopes decay;

I never loved a tree or flower

But 't was the first to fade away.

I never nurs'd a dear gazelle,

To glad me with its soft black eye,

But when it came to know me well

And love me, it was sure to die.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): The Fire-Worshippers.

Thus with the year

Seasons return; but not to me returns

Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,

Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,

Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;

But cloud instead, and ever-during dark

Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men

Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair

Presented with a universal blank

Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd,

And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 40.

Heaven open'd wide

Her ever during gates, harmonious sound,

On golden hinges moving.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 205.