Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs

Let Not Our Babbling Dreams Affright Our Souls; Conscience Is But A Work That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe: Our Strong Arms Be Our Conscience, Swords Our Law!

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]

What Is The City But The People?

Old Time The Clock-setter.

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