Now ſee what noble and moſt ſoueraigne reaſon / Like ſweet bells iangled, out of time, and harſh, /That vnmatcht forme, and ſtature of blowne youth / Blaſted with extacie, […]

The lightning caused thunder.

I was in your arms Thinking I belonged there I figured it made sense Building me a fence

Don't you threaten me, pal – I'll report you to the police.