The waters swell before a boisterous storm.
(Richard III.)
Sometimes they are heaped up, like Calderon's, 'making it' (true love)
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
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.
(Midsummer Night's Dream.)
Compared with Homer's they are very bold, and shew an astonishing play of imagination; in place of the naive simplicity and naturalness of antiquity, this modern genius gives us a dazzling display of wit and thought. To quote only short examples[[3]]: