Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.
William ShakespeareMy tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
William ShakespeareThen others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
William Shakespeare