Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee

Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Sonnet iii.

Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,

And her conception of the joyous Prime.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 3.

For it was in the golden prime

Of good Haroun Alraschid.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): Recollections of the Arabian Nights.

To know

That which before us lies in daily life

Is the prime wisdom.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 192.