I Must Be Gone And Live, Or

Let Us Not Burden Our Remembrances With A Heaviness That's Gone.

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

He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

England, Bound In With The Triumphant Sea, Whose Rocky Shore Beats Back The Envious Siege Of Watery Neptune.