Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

“O, if I say, you look upon this verse,When I perhaps compounded am with clay,Do…”

“We will have rings and things and fine array”

“Love me!... Why?”

“Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, …”