The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms

To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds, Hollow Welcomes, Recanting Goodness, Sorry Ere 'tis Shown; But Where There Is True Friendship, There Needs None.

Fair Is Foul, And Foul Is Fair, Hover Through Fog And Filthy Air.

Every True Man's Apparel Fits Your Thief.

But What's So Blessed-fair That Fears No Blot? Thou Mayst Be False, And Yet I Know It Not.

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.