I had not wanderd wild and wide, With such an angel for my guide; Nor heaven nor earth could then reprove me, If she had lived, and lived to love me. Scott.Old Mortality, Chap. XXIII.
Nor good, nor bad, nor fools, nor wise; They would not learn, nor could advise; Without love, hatred, joy, or fear, They leda kind ofas it were, Nor wishd, nor cared, nor laughd, nor cried; And so they livd, and so they died. Prior.Epitaph on Jack and Joan, last lines.