Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In

I Can No Longer Live By Thinking.

He Kills Her In Her Own Humor.

And The More Pity That Great Folk Should Have Count'nance In This World To Drown Or Hang Themselves More Than Their Even-christen.

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

Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do Not Bid Me Remember Mine End.