For Mine Own Part, It Was Greek

Let The Doors Be Shut Upon Him, That He May Play The Fool No Where But In's Own House.

The Expedition Of My Violent Love Outrun The Pauser, Reason.

Tis Now The Very Witching Time Of Night, When Churchyards Yawn And Hell Itself Breathes Out Contagion To This World.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

Comets Importing Change Of Times And States, Brandish Your Crystal Tresses In The Sky And With Them Scourge The Bad Revolting Stars.