Double, Double, Toil And Trouble; Fire Burn,

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

Time Shall Unfold What Plaited Cunning Hides: Who Cover Faults, At Last Shame Them Derides.

The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The Daintier Sense.

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.

Knowing I Lov'd My Books, He Furnish'd Me From Mine Own Library With Volumes That I Prize Above My Dukedom.