A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.
in black ink my love may still shine bright.
A substitute shines brightly as a king, Until a king be by
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!. . . This love feel I.
I shall fallLike a bright exhalation in the evening,And no man see me more.
It were all oneThat I should love a bright particular starAnd to think to wed it, he is so above me.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.