Why were they proud? Because fair orange-mountsWere of more soft ascent than lazar stairs?
1820, John Keats, “Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil. A Story from Boccaccio.”, in Lamia, Isabella, the Eve of St. Agnes, and Other Poems, London: […] [Thomas Davison] for Taylor and Hessey, […], stanza XVI, page 57