For night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, and yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger; at whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, troop home to churchyards.
Brief as the lightning in the collied night, that, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, and ere a man hath power to say, ‘Behold!’ The jaws of darkness do devour it up.
A lion among ladies, is a most dreadful thing.