Great Pompey’s shade complains that we are slow,
  And Scipio’s ghost walks unavenged amongst us!
Cato, Act ii.  Sc. 1.  J. ADDISON.

  Now it is the time of night,
  That the graves, all gaping wide,
  Every one lets forth his sprite,
  In the church-way paths to glide.
Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act v.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

  For night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
  And yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger;
  At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there,
  Troop home to churchyards.
Midsummer Night’s Dream, iii, 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

APPEARANCE.

  Such was Zuleika! such around her shone
  The nameless charms unmarked by her alone;
  The light of love, the purity of grace,
  The mind, the music breathing from her face,
  The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,
  And oh! that eye was in itself a Soul.
Bride of Abydos, Canto I.  LORD BYRON.

  There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple;
  If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
  Good things will strive to dwell with ’t.
The Tempest, Act i.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair
  In that she never studied to be fairer
  Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing,
  Her virtues were so rare.
All Fools, Act i.  Sc. 1.  G. CHAPMAN.

  Her glossy hair was clustered o’er a brow
  Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth;
  Her eyebrow’s shape was like the aerial bow,
  Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth,
  Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow,
  As if her veins ran lightning.
Don Juan, Canto I.  LORD BYRON.

  The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,
  The observed of all observers!
Hamlet, Act iii Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

  They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
  A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
  A threadbare juggler, and a fortune-teller,
  A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
  A living-dead man.
Comedy of Errors, Act v.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

                Falstaff sweats to death,
  And lards the lean earth as he walks along;
  Were’t not for laughing, I should pity him.
K.  Henry IV., Pt.  I. Act ii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Yond’ Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
  He thinks too much:  such men are dangerous.
Julius Caesar, Act i.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Seemed washing his hands with invisible soap
    In imperceptible water.
Miss Kilmansegg.  T. HOOD.

      Her pretty feet
      Like snailes did creep
    A little out, and then,
  As if they played at bo-peep,
    Did soon draw in agen.
Upon her Feet.  R. HERRICK.