All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.

John Gay (1688-1732): Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan.

How fleet is a glance of the mind!

Compared with the speed of its flight

The tempest itself lags behind,

And the swift-winged, arrows of light.

William Cowper (1731-1800): Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk.