Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death Makes Hard.

If I Profane With My Unworthiest Hand This Holy Shrine, The Gentle Fine Is This: My Lips, Two Blushing Pilgrims, Ready Stand To Smooth That Rough Touch With A Tender Kiss.

First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear His Speech, But Say Thou Nought.

And Do As Adversaries Do In Law, Strive Mightily, But Eat And Drink As Friends.

Celebrity Is Never More Admired Than By The Negligent.