Theyare sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs 578 Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swollen with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread, Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said, But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
You, for example, clever to a fault, The rough and ready man who write apace, Read somewhat seldomer, think perhaps even less.Robert Browning
Art quickens nature; care will make a face; Neglected beauty perisheth apace.Robert Herrick
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.john milton
Love's torments made me seek the chase; Rifle in hand, I roam'd apace. Down from the tree, with hollow scoff, The raven cried: "Head-off! head off!"Heinrich Heine
"Ay," quoth my uncle Gloucester, "Small herbs have grace , great weeds do grow apace:" And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.william shakespeare
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: Now spurs the lated traveler apace To gain the timely inn.william shakespeare
Juliet . Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Toward Phaeton would whip you to the west And bring I cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo Leap to these arms untalked or and unseen…
Great weeds do grow apace.
Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.william shakespeare
Go, little letter, apace, apace, Fly; Fly to the light in the valley below Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye.
The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.john gay
Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn; and near approaches The subject of our watch.