Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till

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

Yield Not Thy Neck To Fortunes Yoke, But Let Thy Dauntless Mind Still Ride In Triumph Over All Mischance.

Who Riseth From A Feast With That Keen Appetite That He Sits Down?

Out Of This Nettle - Danger - We Pluck This Flower - Safety.

Teeth Hadst Thou In Thy Head When Thou Wast Born, To Signify Thou Camest To Bite The World.