Things At The Worst Will Cease Or

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head?

Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full Of Pleasure; Let Us Be Jocund

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.

By The Pricking Of My Thumbs, Something Wicked This Way Comes.

For Some Must Watch, While Some Must Sleep So Runs The World Away