Though every night the sun himself set there.--COWLEY.


The poetical effect of a lover's name upon glass:


My name engraved herein
Both contribute my firmness to this glass:
Which, ever since that charm, hath been
As hard as that which graved it was.--DONNE.


Their conceits were sometimes slight and trifling. On an inconstant
woman:


He enjoys the calmy sunshine now,
And no breath stirring hears,
In the clear heaven of thy brow
No smallest cloud appears.
He sees thee gentle, fair and gay,
And trusts the faithless April of thy May.--COWLEY.


Upon a paper written with the juice of lemon, and read by the fire:


Nothing yet in thee is seen,
But when a genial heat warms thee within,
A new-born wood of various lines there grows;