His breast with wounds unnumbered riven,
His back to earthy his face to heaven. [ Byron ]

Hail, Memory, hail! in thy exhaustless mine from age to age unnumbered treasures shine. [ Rogers ]

Our bodies are but the anvils of pain and disease, and our minds the hives of unnumbered cares. [ Sir Walter Raleigh ]

All are to be men of genius in their degree, - rivulets or rivers, it does not matter, so that the souls be clear and pure; not dead walls encompassing dead heaps of things, known and numbered, but running waters in the sweet wilderness of things unnumbered and unknown, conscious only of the living banks, on which they partly refresh and partly reflect the flowers, and so pass on. [ Ruskin ]

What profusion is there in His work! When trees blossom there is not a single breastpin, but a whole bosom full of gems; and of leaves they have so many suits that they can throw them away to the winds all summer long. What unnumbered cathedrals has He reared in the forest shades, vast and grand, full of curious carvings, and haunted evermore by tremulous music; and in the heavens above, how do stars seem to have flown out of His hand faster than sparks out of a mighty forge! [ Beecher ]