As th' almighty balm of th' early east;
Such are the sweet drops of my mistress' breast.
And on her neck her skin such lustre sets,
They seem no sweat drops, but pearl coronets:
Rank, sweaty froth thy mistress' brow defiles.--DONNE.


Their expressions sometimes raise horror, when they intend perhaps
to be pathetic:


As men in hell are from diseases free,
So from all other ills am I,
Free from their known formality:
But all pains eminently lie in thee.--COWLEY.


They were not always strictly curious, whether the opinions from
which they drew their illustrations were true; it was enough that
they were popular. Bacon remarks, that some falsehoods are
continued by tradition, because they supply commodious allusions.


It gave a piteous groan, and so it broke:
In vain it something would have spoke;
The love within too strong for't was,
Like poison put into a Venice-glass.--COWLEY.


In forming descriptions, they looked out not for images, but for