Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies;

And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes:

With everything that pretty is,

My lady sweet, arise.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3.

One morn a Peri at the gate

Of Eden stood disconsolate.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): Paradise and the Peri.

And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps

At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity

Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill

Where no ill seems.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 686.

What boots it at one gate to make defence,

And at another to let in the foe?

John Milton (1608-1674): Samson Agonistes. Line 560.