O grim-look’d night! O night with hue so black! O night, which ever art when day is not! O night, O night! alack, alack, alack, I fear my Thisby’s promise is forgot! And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, That stand’st between her father’s ground and mine! Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne!
Oh dark night! Oh night so black! Oh night, you’re always here when day is gone! Oh night, oh night! Alas, alas, alas, I fear Thisby’s promise has been forgotten! And you, oh wall, oh sweet, oh lovely wall, That stands between her father’s land and mine! You wall, oh wall, oh sweet and lovely wall, Show me your crack, so I can peek through with my eyes!
Pyramus · Act 5, Scene 1
Bottom, with an ass's head, arrives at the tomb to find Thisbe gone and addresses the wall, moon, and night in purple, overwrought language. The speech is ridiculous and sincere at once, a man trying to speak like a lover while sounding like a beggar. It shows how far love poetry can stretch when the speaker has no control over what he is saying or who hears him.