W]henever the force of these passions is extreme, words give place to inarticulate sounds: sighs, murmurings, in love; sobs, groans, and cries in grief; half-choaked sounds in rage; and shrieks in terrour
, are then the only language heard.
for now mine end doth haste, I runne to death, and death meets me as fast, And all my pleasures are like yesterday, I dare not move my dimme eyes any way, Despaire behind, and death before doth cast Such terrour
Amaze, Be sure, and terrour
seis'd the rebel Host, When coming towards them so dread they saw The bottom of the mountains upward turn'd.
Thee, Achilles, could invade, / Nor Thee, Ulysses, any charms persuade.