One that would peep and botanize

Upon his mother's grave.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 5.

And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams

Call to the soul when man doth sleep,

So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,

And into glory peep.

Henry Vaughan (1621-1695): They are all gone.

Fall on me like a silent dew,

Or like those maiden showers

Which, by the peep of day, do strew

A baptism o'er the flowers.

Robert Herrick (1591-1674): To Music, to becalm his Fever.

There's such divinity doth hedge a king,

That treason can but peep to what it would.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.