There Is A History In All Men's

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.

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

I Am Indeed Not Her Fool, But Her Corrupter Of Words. (act Iii, Sc. I, 37-38)

Know My Name Is Lost, By Treason's Tooth Bare-gnawn And Canker-bit; Yet Am I Noble As The Adversary I Come To Cope.

I Do Love Nothing In The World So Well As You- Is Not That Strange?