His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.
William ShakespeareGod's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
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