I'll Say She Looks As Clear As

Youth Is Full Of Sport, Age's Breath Is Short; Youth Is Nimble, Age Is Lame; Youth Is Hot And Bold, Age Is Weak And Cold; Youth Is Wild, And Age Is Tame.

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

A Peace Is Of The Nature Of A Conquest; For Then Both Parties Nobly Are Subdued, And Neither Party Loser.

All His Successors Gone Before Him Have Done 't; And All His Ancestors That Come After Him May.

But Now Behold, In The Quick Forge And Working-house Of Thought, How London Doth Pour Out Her Citizens!