But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73

There is a river in Macedon, and there is moreover a river in Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.

Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.

The instruments of darkness tell us truths.