Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll

Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 263.

So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow

For others' good, or melt at others' woe.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 45.

Yet taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow

For others' good, and melt at others' woe.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Odyssey of Homer. Book xviii. Line 269.

She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth.

John Heywood (Circa 1565): Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellions hell,

If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,

And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame

When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,

Since frost itself as actively doth burn,

And reason panders will.

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

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.

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.