Shakespeare, 10th December

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear;

Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;

The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,

And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.

                                                              Sonnet LXXVII

To the brightest beams distracted clouds give way.

                                All's Well That Ends Well, Act v., Sc. 3.