Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;

And let us all to meditation.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3.

And the imperial votaress passed on,

In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:

It fell upon a little western flower,

Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,

And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.