Double, Double, Toil And Trouble; Fire Burn,

A Great Perturbation In Nature, To Receive At Once The Benefit Of Sleep And Do The Effects Of Watching!

Ay Me! For Aught That Ever I Could Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.

Did He So Often Lodge In Open Field, In Winter's Cold And Summer's Parching Heat, To Conquer France, His True Inheritance?

I Would With Such Perfection Govern, Sir, T'excel The Golden Age.

Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind.