Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me

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

He Lives In Fame That Died In Virtue's Cause.

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.

I Wonder Men Dare Trust Themselves With Men.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And In Their Triump Die, Like Fire And Powder Which, As They Kiss, Consume