Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,

They rave, recite, and madden round the land.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 5.

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle

Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime;

Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,

Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1.