My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's

Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent.

Know My Name Is Lost, By Treason's Tooth Bare-gnawn And Canker-bit; Yet Am I Noble As The Adversary I Come To Cope.

And Sleep, That Sometime Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye, Steal Me Awhile From Mine Own Company.

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

Fair Is Foul, And Foul Is Fair, Hover Through Fog And Filthy Air.