In the following verses Mirabella speaks: In prime of Youthly yeares, when first the flowre Of beauty gan to bud, and bloosme delight, And Nature me endu'd with plenteous dowre Of all her gifts, that pleased each living sight, I was belov'd of many a gentle Knight, And sude and sought with all the service dew: Full many a one for me deepe groand and sight, And to the dore of death for sorrow drew, Complayning out on me that would not on them rew.
"Shakespeare's Lost Years in London, 1586-1592"
Arthur Acheson
He was tall, thin, and elegant, with a mild and benevolent expression of countenance, not unmixed, however, with a little reserve, the ghost of Youthly pride.
"The Young Duke"
Benjamin Disraeli