How Many Ages Hence Shall This Our

The Thane Of Cawdor Lives, A Prosperous Gentleman; And To Be King Stands Not Within The Prospect Of Belief, No More Than To Be Cawdor.

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.

Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

And A Man's Life's No More Than To Say "one."

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.