And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That makes ingrateful man!
I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.
The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.
Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.