Since every mortal power of Coleridge

Was frozen at its marvellous source,

The rapt one, of the godlike forehead,

The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth:

And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle,

Has vanished from his lonely hearth.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg.

Good at a fight, but better at a play;

Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): On a Cast of Sheridan's Hand.

Man-like is it to fall into sin,

Fiend-like is it to dwell therein;

Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,

God-like is it all sin to leave.

John Sirmond (1589(?)-1649): Sin. (Sinngedichte.)

Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,

Looking before and after, gave us not

That capability and godlike reason

To fust in us unused.

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