Weave the warp, and weave the woof,

The winding-sheet of Edward's race.

Give ample room and verge enough

The characters of hell to trace.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Bard. II. 1, Line 1.

I have a soul that like an ample shield

Can take in all, and verge enough for more.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1.

The chamber where the good man meets his fate

Is privileg'd beyond the common walk

Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 633.

Nature in you stands on the very verge

Of her confine.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old

To the very verge of the churchyard mould.

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): Her Moral.