What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

How Ill White Hairs Become A Fool And Jester!

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

I Will Be Master Of What Is Mine Own: She Is My Goods, My Chattels; She Is My House, My Household Stuff, My Field, My Barn, My Horse, My Ox, My Ass, My Any Thing.

Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away

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