'come, night. come, romeo. come, thou day in night, for thou wilt lie upon the wings of night, whiter than new snow upon a raven's back. come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night, give me my romeo; and when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.'