Of his bones are coral made those are pearls that were his eyes nothing of him that doth fade but doth suffer a sea- change into something rich and strange — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, And darkly bright are bright in dark directed. Then thou, whose shadow… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
