That blessed mood,

In which the burden of the mystery,

In which the heavy and the weary weight

Of all this unintelligible world,

Is lightened.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

Pluck out the heart of my mystery.

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

She has seen the mystery hid

Under Egypt's pyramid:

By those eyelids pale and close

Now she knows what Rhamses knows.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1809-1861): Little Mattie. Stanza ii.

Within that awful volume lies

The mystery of mysteries!

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): The Monastery. Chap. xii.