William Shakespeare

Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!

Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel read more

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!

All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having read more

All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.

Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.

Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.