Let Zephyr only breathe
And with her tresses play. [ Drummond ]

And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest
The silver clouds. [ Keats ]

The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death,
Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath. [ Pope ]

No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array,
But winter lingering chills the lap of May;
No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast.
But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest. [ Goldsmith ]

Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows. [ Pope ]

Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe.
That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath. [ Pope ]

And softened sounds along the waters die:
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play. [ Pope ]

Lulled by soft zephyrs through the broken pane. [ Pope ]

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
While proudly rising over the azure realm,
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm. [ Gray ]

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows. [ Gray ]

And soon
Their hushing dances languished to a stand,
Like midnight leaves when, as the Zephyrs swoon.
All on their drooping stems they sink unfanned. [ Hood ]

Do not too many believe no zeal to be spiritual but what is censorious or vindictive? Whereas no zeal is spiritual that is not also charitable. [ Thomas Sprat ]

What I object to Scotch philosophers in general is that they reason upon man as they would upon a divinity; they pursue truth without caring if it be useful truth. [ Sydney Smith ]