1 Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light, for the law of writ and the liberty.
2 Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
3 I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter.
4 The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: I cannot live to hear the news from England, But I do prophesy th'election lights On Fortinbras.
5 A very riband in the cap of youth, Yet needful too, for youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears Than settled age his sables and his weeds, Importing health and graveness.
6 That done, he lets me go, And with his head over his shoulder turn'd He seem'd to find his way without his eyes, For out o doors he went without their help, And to the last bended their light on me.
7 Head to foot Now is he total gules, horridly trick'd With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets, That lend a tyrannous and a damned light To their vile murders.
8 I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat, extinct in both, Even in their promise, as it is a-making, You must not take for fire.
9 See what a grace was seated on this brow, Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill: A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.