The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the Eastern clouds with streaks of light. And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels; Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry ... Such wealth and brilliance of personification was not found again until Goethe, Byron, and Shelley. He is unusually rich in descriptive phrases: The weary sun hath made a golden set, And by the bright track of his golden car Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow. The worshipp'd Sun Peered forth the golden window of the East. The all-cheering sun Should in the farthest East begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed. The moon: Like to a silver bow New bent in heaven. Titania says: I will wind thee in my arms.... So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle Gently entwist; the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O how I love thee! That same dew, which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Stood now within the pretty flow'rets' eyes Like tears. (_Midsummer Night's Dream._) Daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty. (_Winter's Tale._) Pale primroses That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength. (_Winter's Tale._) Goethe calls winds and waves lovers. In _Troilus and Cressida_ we have: The sea being smooth, How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Upon her patient breast, making their way With those of nobler bulk! But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage The gentle Thetis, and anon behold The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut, Bounding between two moist elements Like Perseus' horse. And further on in the same scene: What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds! ... the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores. The personification of the river in _Henry IV._ is half mythical: When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank In single opposition, hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendower; Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink, Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; Who, then affrighted with their bloody looks, Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank, Blood-stained with these valiant combatants. Striking instances of personification from _Antony and Cleopatra_ are: