Some there be that shadows kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss.

By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof and led by shallow Richmond.

Come like shadows, so depart!

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows

If we shadows have offended,Think but this, and all is mended,That you have but slumber'd here,While these visions did appear.

What is your substance, whereof are you made,That millions of strange shadows on you tend?