In Romeo and Juliet, Act II Scene v, Juliet is most anxiously awaiting her nurse to come back and let her know what Romeo has said.
The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse,
In half an hour she promis’d to return.
Perchance she cannot meet him. That’s not so.
O, she is lame. Love’s heralds should be thoughts
Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams
Driving back shadows over lowering hills.
Therefore do nimble-pinion’d doves draw Love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day’s journey, and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
Had she affections and warm youthful blood
She would be as swift in motion as a ball:
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me.
But old folks, many feign as they were dead--
Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.