The Wheel Is Come Full Circle.

Like One Who Draws The Model Of A House Beyond His Power To Build It Who, Half Through, Gives O'er, And Leaves His Part-created Cost A Naked Subject To The Weeping Clouds.

The Thane Of Cawdor Lives, A Prosperous Gentleman; And To Be King Stands Not Within The Prospect Of Belief, No More Than To Be Cawdor.

So Fair And Foul A Day I Had Not Seen.

To Be, Or Not To Be, That Is The Question.

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.