In philosophy, the contemplations of man do either penetrate unto God, or are circumfered of nature

[The glacier's] substant ice curls freely, molds, and breaks itself like water, — breaks in waves, plastic like honey, crested lightly with a frozen spray; it winds tenderly about the rocky shore, and the granite, disintegrated into crumbs, flows on with it.

There they are – four ugly little chickens, a bit more than half-feathered, and all gaping mouths and bare bellies.

To whom the Priest with naked armes full net Approching nigh, and murdrous knife well whet, Gan mutter close a certaine secret charme, With other diuelish ceremonies met: