So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,

And yet anon repairs his drooping head,

And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore

Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

John Milton (1608-1674): Lycidas. Line 168.

And sweeten'd every musk-rose of the dale.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 496.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

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