Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams!
Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.
The gloomy shade of death.
This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.
Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!