Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters of hell to trace.

-Gray,Thomas
  The Bard.  A Pindaric Ode, l.49^52.

Night, with all her negro train, Took possession of the plain; In an hearse she rode reclined, Drawn by screech-owls slow and blind: Close to her, with printless feet, Crept Stillness, in a winding sheet.

-Smart, Christopher
  'A Night-Piece; or, Modern Philosophy', stanza 2. In the London Magazine, no.14, Dec. Collected in Poems on Several Occasions (1752).