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

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows

The taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much

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.

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

Come like shadows, so depart!