Death Is A Fearful Thing.

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

I Prithee Gentle Friend, Let Thy Fair Wisdom, Not Thy Passions, Sway In This Uncivil And Unjust Extent Against Thy Peace.

I See You Stand Like Greyhounds In The Slips, Straining Upon The Start. The Game's Afoot; Follow Your Spirit: And Upon This Charge, Cry — God For Harry! England And Saint George!

Nature Teaches Beasts To Know Their Friends.

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.