If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
William ShakespeareFor night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.
William Shakespeare