Come gentle night, come, loving black-browed night, give me my Romeo; and when he shall die take him and cut him into little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun. Oh, how I have bought the mansion of a love, but not possessed it, and though I am sold, but not yet enjoyed. So tedious is this day, as is the night before some festival to an impatient child that hath new robes and may not wear them.
