But in laps'd nature rooted deep, Blind error domineers; And on fools' errands, in the dark, Sends out our hopes and fears; Bids us for ever pains deplore, Our pleasures Overprize; These oft persuade us to be weak; Those urge us to be wise.
"The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2"
Edward Young
Here is a specimen:- "Phoebus, rich father of eternal light, And in his hand a wreath of Heliochrise He brought, to beautify those tresses, Whose train, whose softness, and whose gloss more bright, Apollo's locks did Overprize.
"A History of English Literature Elizabethan Literature"
George Saintsbury
Though perhaps I Overprize my work.
"Lorna Doone, A Romance of Exmoor"
R. D. Blackmore