Charles Dickens Quote
The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness.
The posthumous papers of the Pickwick club, ed. by'Boz'. (ed. 1838)