Would I could bark the sun

Would I could bark the sun out of the sky;

Turn Moon and stars to frozen Meteors;

And make the Ocean a dry land of Ice;

With tempest of my breath turn up high trees;

On mountains heap up second mounts of snow,

Which, melted into water, might fall down,

As fell the deluge on the former world.

I hate the air, the fire, the Spring, the year,

And whatsoe'er brings mankind any good.

O that my looks were lightning to blast fruits!...

Would I with thunder presently might die,

So I might speak in thunder, to slay men.

Earth, if I cannot injure thee enough,

I'll bite thee with my teeth, I'll scratch thee thus;

I'll beat down the partition with my heels,

Which, as a mud-vault, severs hell and thee.

Spirits, come up; 'tis I that knock for you,

One that envies the world far more than you;

Come up in millions; millions are too few

To execute the malice I intend.