Finest description of pregnancy in the ballad Gil Morrice, when the lady, confessing she is the mother of the man her husband has just killed, with that of the thin layer of flesh surrounding the stone of the rose hip berry:
"I ance was full o' Gil Morrice as the hip is of the stone".
Or the description of the moon as an ill omen in Sir Patrick Spens;
"I saw the new moon yestere'en with the auld moon in its arms"
Or the best ever description of a card game in the workplace in The Golden Vanity:
"Some were playing cards, and some were playing dice,
And some were standing round giving good advice".   
They don't make 'em like that any more!
Jim Carroll