At shut of evening flowers.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 278.

Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said;

Tie up the knocker! say I'm sick, I'm dead.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 1.

Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,

And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 17.

When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre.

John Heywood (Circa 1565): Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.

I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:

You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace,

You cannot shut the windows of the sky

Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;

You cannot bar my constant feet to trace

The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve:

Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,

And I their toys to the great children leave:

Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.

James Thomson (1700-1748): The Castle of Indolence. Canto ii. Stanza 3.

Shut up

In measureless content.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.