Light Boats Sail Swift, Though Greater Hulks

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

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.

In Persons Grafted In A Serious Trust, Negligence Is A Crime.

Now Let It Work. Mischief, Thou Art Afoot. Take Thou What Course Thou Wilt.

Don't Judge A Man's Conscience By Looking At His Face Cause He May Have A Bad Heart.