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Some lay in dead men's sculls, and in those holes

Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept

(As t'were in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems,

That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep.

Again, speaking of Olivia:—

In his Lucrece there is a beautiful simile:—

In that graphic description, previous to the battle of Agincourt, this spirit describes the King as visiting the camp, and says:—

The singular language and thought in Midsummer Night's Dream, reflects on our subject. The poet, from his vast treasury of imagery, speaks of the fiery light of the glowworm's eyes.

Be kind and courteous to this gentleman,

Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;

Feed him with apricots and dewberries,

With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;

The honey bags steal from the humble bees,

And for night tapers crop their waxen thighs,

And light them at the fiery glowworm's eyes,