Death lies on her like an untimely frost.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.