Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man Most like this dreadful night,... That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars As doth the lion in the Capitol-- A man no mightier than thyself or me In personal action, yet prodigious grown And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight.... It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning which doth cease to be Ere one can say it lightens.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Chaucer is fresh and modern still, and no dust settles on his true passages. It lightens along the line, and we are reminded that ...flowers have bloomed, and birds sung, and hearts beaten in England. Before the earnest gaze of the reader, the rust and moss of time gradually drop off, and the original green life is revealed. He was a homely and domestic man, and did breathe quite as modern men do.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »