Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman's fair?
-George Wither

I stood tiptoe upon a little hill,
the air was cooling, and so very still.
- John Keats

To all you ladies now at land,
We men at sea indite;
But first would have you understand,
How hard it is to write.
-Charles Sackville

Alone, alone, all, all alone
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a sainttook pity on
My soul in agony.
-S. T. Coleridge

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry.
-William Blake