So Fair And Foul A Day I

Every Inordinate Cup Is Unbless'd, And The Ingredient Is A Devil.

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth

I Would Give All Of My Fame For A Pot Of Ale And Safety.

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death! O Limed Soul That, Struggling To Be Free, Art More Engaged! Help, Angels! Make Assay! Bow, Stubborn Knees! And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe!

Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken In Jest.