We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.

“O, that this too too solid flesh would meltThaw and resolve itself into a dew!O…”

“This is in thee a nature but infected;A poor unmanly melancholy sprungFrom chan…”

“Give me my robe, put on my crown; I haveImmortal longings in me: now no moreThe…”

“Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,Should be so tyrannous and rough in proo…”