It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood

Men Should Be What They Seem; Or Those That Be Not, Would They Might Seem None!.

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

Like A Man Made After Supper Of A Cheese-paring: When A' Was Naked, He Was, For All The World, Like A Forked Radish, With A Head Fantastically Carved Upon It With A Knife.

On Pain Of Death, No Person Be So Bold.