If One Good Deed In All My

Men That Make Envy And Crooked Malice Nourishment, Dare Bite The Best.

In Sooth I Know Not Why I Am So Sad. It Wearies Me, You Say It Wearies You; But How I Caught It, Found It, Or Came By It, What Stuff 'tis Made Of, Whereof It Is Born, I Am To Learn.

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

Haste Is Needful In A Desperate Case.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.