But I consort with long-haired things In velvet collar-rolls, Who talk about the Aims of Art, And 'theories'and 'goals', And moo and coo with women-folk About their blessed souls.

-Kipling, (Joseph) Rudyard
  'In Partibus'.

There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring And such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered Sleep.

-Milton,John
c.1631 Il Penseroso, l.139^46.