If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd,

The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind!

Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,

See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame!

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 281.

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot

Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6.

O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee

To temper man: we had been brutes without you.

Angels are painted fair, to look like you:

There's in you all that we believe of heaven,—

Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,

Eternal joy, and everlasting love.

Thomas Otway (1651-1685): Venice Preserved. Act i. Sc. 1.

Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,

But an eternal now does always last.

Abraham Cowley (1618-1667): Davideis. Book i. Line 25.

Condemned into everlasting redemption.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,

And heard thy everlasting yawn confess

The pains and penalties of idleness.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 342.