Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us.

Double, Double, Toil And Trouble; Fire Burn, And Cauldron Bubble!

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

Therefore, To Be Possess'd With Double Pomp, To Guard A Title That Was Rich Before, To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily, To Throw A Perfume On The Violet, To Smooth The Ice, Or Add Another Hue Unto The Rainbow, Or With Taper-light To Seek The Beauteous Eye Of Heaven To Garnish, Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess.

Nothing In His Life Became Him Like Leaving It.