An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,

And fell adown his shoulders with loose care.

Abraham Cowley (1618-1667): Davideis. Book ii. Line 95.

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellions hell,

If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,

And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame

When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,

Since frost itself as actively doth burn,

And reason panders will.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.