You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting,

With most admir'd disorder.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.

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

Her face is like the milky way i' the sky,—

A meeting of gentle lights without a name.

Sir John Suckling (1609-1641): Brennoralt. Act iii.