And the gods are absent and the men are stillö Noli me tangere, my soul is forfeit. Some are now happy in the hive of home, Thigh over thigh and a light in the night nursery, And some are hungry under the starry dome And some sit turning handles.

-MacNeice, (Frederick) Louis
  Autumn Journal, part 2.

   In youth, before I waxe'  d old, The blind boy,Venus' baby, For want of cunning made me bold, In bitter hive to grope for honey.

-Spenser, Edmund
  Amoretti,'Anacreontics', no.1.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'The Lake Isle of Innisfree', stanzas1^2. Collected in The Rose (1893).