Nature Hath Meal And Bran, Contempt And

A Harmless Necessary Cat.

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.

Glendower: I Can Call The Spirits From The Vasty Deep. Hotspur: Why, So Can I, Or So Can Any Man; But Will They Come, When You Do Call For Them?

Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

Shall I Not Take Mine Ease In Mine Inn But I Shall Have My Pocket Picked?