Like an unraining cloud, like an ocean without waves: as he held his breath in yoga, he seemed to be a lamp unwavering without a breath of wind.

[…] the Faery knight / Besought that Damzell suffer him depart, / And yield him readie passage to that other part.

Miſtris reſpice finem, reſpect your end, or rather the propheſie like the Parrat, beware the ropes end.

This is a land of very great interest, even to those who do not specially botanise or 'zoologise.'