The lunatic, the lover, and the poet.
Are of imagination all compact.
Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Oh! how this spring of love resembleth
Th’ uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all her beauty to the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.
Two Gentlemen of Verona.
And happily I have arrived at last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss.