Good even, fair moon, good even to thee; I prithee, dear moon, now show to me The form and the features, the speech and degree, Of the man that true lover of mine shall be. Scott.Heart of Mid-Lothian, Chap. XVII.
1. By yonder blessed moon I swear. 2. O, swear not by the moon, the unconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Shakespeare.Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Scene 2.
The moon pulld off her veil of light, That hides her face by day from sight, (Mysterious veil, of brightness made, Thats both her lustre and her shade,) And in the lantern of the night, With shining horns hung out her light. Butler.Hudibras, Part II. Canto I. Line 905.