You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once; her smiles and tears
Were like a better way; those happy smilets
That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know
What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence
As pearls from diamonds dropped.
A messenger of Queen Cordelia of France
King Lear (IV. 3. 17 - 22)
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