Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze:
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 251.
Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light;
But, oh! she dances such a way!
No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight.
SUCKLING: _On a Wedding._
Come and trip it as you go
On the light fantastic toe.
MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 33.
On with the dance! let joy be unconfined!
No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet,
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 22.
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 10.