and
"Old Time the clock-setter, that bald sexton Time."
The finest poetry is intensely compressed—
"I will instruct my sorrows to be proud,
For grief is proud,"
and
"I have heard you say,
That we shall see and know our friends in heaven.
If that be true, I shall see my boy again,"
and
"When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
I shall not know him."
The characters in this truly noble play daunt the reader with a sense of their creator's power. It is difficult to know intimately any human soul, even with love as a lamp. Shakespeare's mind goes nobly into these souls, bearing his great light. It is very wonderful that the mind who saw man clearest should see him with such exaltation.
King Richard II.