William Shakespeare on Night
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“Making night hideous.”
“In the dead vast and middle of the night.”
“Come, gentle night, come, loving, blackbrow'd night.”
“This is the night That either makes me or fordoes me quite.”
“I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour or twain.”
“ And night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle overveil'd the earth.”
“Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.”
“'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.”
“Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task foredone.”
“Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of the day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.”
“Come, seeling night, Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand, Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!”