Dlyt

The last I saw in all extreames is faire,
And holds me in the Sun-beames of her haire,
Her nymph-like features such agreements have
That I could venture with her to the grave.
(Elegie XVIII, Variety, John Donne.)
Some find the meaning of their lives in bishops, others in women.
(George Moore, Confessions of a Young Man, 1888.)