Angels listen when she speaks:

She's my delight, all mankind's wonder;

But my jealous heart would break

Should we live one day asunder.

Earl Of Rochester (1647-1680): Song.

In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill,

For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still;

While words of learned length and thundering sound

Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around;

And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew

That one small head could carry all he knew.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 209.

Pretty! in amber to observe the forms

Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!

The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,

But wonder how the devil they got there.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 169.

Eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun.

Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400): Troilus and Creseide. Book iv. Line 525.

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 2.

They may seize

On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand

And steal immortal blessing from her lips,

Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,

Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Soul of the age,

The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage,

My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by

Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie

A little further, to make thee a room.

Ben Jonson (1573-1637): To the Memory of Shakespeare.

It is so soon that I am done for,

I wonder what I was begun for.

Epitaph on a child who died at the age of three weeks (Cheltenham Churchyard).

Libertas et natale solum:

Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em.

Jonathan Swift (1667-1745): Verses occasioned by Whitshed's Motto on his Coach.

Can such things be,

And overcome us like a summer's cloud,

Without our special wonder?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.