When The Age Is In, The Wit

I Crave Fit Disposition For My Wife; Due Reference Of Place, And Exhibition; With Such Accommodation, And Besort, As Levels With Her Breeding.

Where The Bee Sucks, There Suck I In The Cow-slip's Bell I Lie There I Couch When Owls Do Cry

Policy Sits Above Conscience.

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

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.