It were all one,
That I should love a bright [particular] star,
And think to wed it; [he] is so much above me:
In [his] bright radiance and collateral heat
Must I be comforted, not in [his] sphere.
All’s Well that Ends Well, Act I. Scene 1.
Poor wretches, that depend
On greatness’ favours, dream as I have done,—
Wake, and find nothing.
Cymbeline, Act V. Scene 4.
And since . . .
Th’ affliction of my mind amends, with which
I fear a madness held me.
[The] Tempest, Act V.