William Shakespeare

“ In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
The instant burst of clamour that she made,
Unless things mortal move them not at all,
Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven,
And passion in the gods! ”

“ Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,
As low as to the fiends!
But who, O, who had seen the mobled queen
Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames
With bisson rheum ”