Morning: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations
See, how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun! How well resembles it the prince of youth, Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!— H. VI. PT. III. ii. 1
The busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows.— T. C. iv. 2.
The sun is on the heaven; and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton.— K. J. iii. 3.