Scarce Can I Speak, My Choler Is

Double, Double, Toil And Trouble; Fire Burn, And Cauldron Bubble!

In Black Ink My Love May Still Shine Bright.

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.

The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest To The Ground.

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate! Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late! Prodigious Birth Of Love It Is To Me, That I Must Love A Loathed Enemy.