Your Face Is A Book, Where Men

Our Doubts Are Traitors And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.

We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

The Bay-trees In Our Country Are All Withered, And Meteors Fright The Fixèd Stars Of Heaven. The Pale-faced Moon Looks Bloody On The Earth, And Lean-looked Prophets Whisper Fearful Change. Rich Men Look Sad, And Ruffians Dance And Leap; The One In Fear To Lose What They Enjoy, The Other To Enjoy By Rage And War. These Signs Forerun The Death Or Fall Of Kings.

First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear His Speech, But Say Thou Nought.

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