And brought of mighty ale a large quart.

Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400): Canterbury Tales. The Milleres Tale. Line 3497.

A little rule, a little sway,

A sunbeam in a winter's day,

Is all the proud and mighty have

Between the cradle and the grave.

John Dyer (1700-1758): Grongar Hill. Line 88.

Should the whole frame of Nature round him break,

In ruin and confusion hurled,

He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack,

And stand secure amidst a falling world.

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): Horace. Ode iii. Book iii.

There studious let me sit,

And hold high converse with the mighty dead.

James Thomson (1700-1748): The Seasons. Winter. Line 431.

A mighty fortress is our God,

A bulwark never failing;

Our helper He amid the flood

Of mortal ills prevailing.

Martin Luther (1483-1546): Psalm. Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott (trans. by Frederic H. Hedge).

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at his own sweet will;

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;

And all that mighty heart is lying still!

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Earth has not anything to show more fair.

What mighty ills have not been done by woman!

Who was 't betrayed the Capitol?—A woman!

Who lost Mark Antony the world?—A woman!

Who was the cause of a long ten years' war,

And laid at last old Troy in ashes?—Woman!

Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman!

Thomas Otway (1651-1685): The Orphan. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Marlowe's mighty line.

Ben Jonson (1573-1637): To the Memory of Shakespeare.

Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things

To low ambition and the pride of kings.

Let us (since life can little more supply

Than just to look about us, and to die)

Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;

A mighty maze! but not without a plan.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 1.

My days among the dead are passed;

Around me I behold,

Where'er these casual eyes are cast,

The mighty minds of old;

My never-failing friends are they,

With whom I converse day by day.

Robert Southey (1774-1843): Occasional Pieces. xxiii.

That mighty orb of song,

The divine Milton.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Excursion. Book i.

A mighty pain to love it is,

And 't is a pain that pain to miss;

But of all pains, the greatest pain

It is to love, but love in vain.

Abraham Cowley (1618-1667): From Anacreon, vii. Gold.

Shrine of the mighty! can it be

That this is all remains of thee?

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Giaour. Line 106.

And lives to clutch the golden keys,

To mould a mighty state's decrees,

And shape the whisper of the throne.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 3.

It was a mighty while ago.

Ben Jonson (1573-1637): Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3.

Hear ye not the hum

Of mighty workings?

John Keats (1795-1821): Addressed to Haydon. Sonnet x.

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.