How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

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

Then Others For Breath Of Words Respect, Me For My Dumb Thoughts, Speaking In Effect.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.

That Which I Would Discover The Law Of Friendship Bids Me To Conceal.

Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou Dost Not Feel.